Note: due to the nature of the write-ins, I will rewind the post back a bit to include some of Entry #36, so that your replies are in real-time. I am alone again.
Alone alone alone.
Alone again, alone again, alone, alone.
Again, again, alone.
That's what happens if she dies. Who knows what will happen to everyone. One thing is certain: our ?family? will fall apart. We'll separate.
I have you, but maybe I don't. Maybe you're not just a figment of my confusing mind, Words. Maybe you're like Second, Third, and Fourth; a piece of myself faking being another mind. Then again, maybe everybody is like that. Perhaps I've always been alone, a single mind constructing a large dream. The Mistress, Sakuya, Patchouli, Gensokyo, all of it. Or maybe I'm
the fake mind, being a part of someone else. Perhaps it's all fake. Perhaps you're right. Perhaps none of this exists, not you, not I; perhaps not even existence is real. Perhaps this is nothing but a story written by a madman's cruel hands, as we dance like puppets on
strings to entertain. But, does it matter? You still feel. You laugh, you cry, you love, you hate, you fear, you hunger. Hell, you can touch and taste and see, where all I have is words and meaning conveyed from you to me. Is that not enough? Can you not at least believe in the illusion of reality and bask in its joys, even as your mind throws doubts upon its very existence?
Maybe, just maybe, this is all real. We can never prove it, but we can believe it. That possibility may be all we have, but it is something we should cling to. Perhaps that is what is called... hope. All one can do is keep moving forward, with a smile on their face, doing their best to enjoy whatever existence they may or may not have.
...Maybe that's true, but... So you're saying the only way to decipher what is ?real? is by what you believe...
That puts even what an insane person sees into perspective, doesn't it"...
But, my sister... I'm worried... and, I can't even say her name safely
without being spied upon. Why would she listen in on people who talk about her? That's just weird creepy
unnatural. Vampires are unnatural. Gensokyo is unnatural. Actually, what is natural
? The answer is nothing. Nothing is natural.
Does she deserve to die? I don't know. ask me once on each day of the week and you'll get a different answer
Does anyone ever deserve to die? The answer should be ?depends," but I think the answer should be no. Nobody deserves to die. Death only brings more death. If there was no death, there would only be life, and a world where there is only life sounds like a good world to me. Deserves? Such a word is loaded with implications, and so is so subjective that it has to be useless. Even ?real? is less of a subjective idea. Regardless, I agree with you: no one ?deserves? to die. However, sometimes someone must die so others may live. A rabid dog must be put down, lest the lives of others be put in jeopardy. Whether Remilia is such a dog... I do not know. Do you really think nobody should die? Can you imagine a world where no one dies? Where people continue to be born, yet never return to dust? As more and more people fill the world there will be less for those who live. I imagine life would not be so pleasant after a few short centuries. For a world without death to be in harmony, nothing new must be born. Would you sacrifice new life and ideas to preserve the old?
No, and yes. You're right; this world is not ready for that. This world is too primitive for everyone to live forever. I think that there can
be a place where everyone lives together forever, but... I guess that's what the theory of an afterlife is supposed to be, isn't it? Which kind of defeats the purpose of the idea since that involves dying first anyways.
... Enough philosophy for now,
about the situation.
On one hand, we have a demon that broke through the barrier and is actively possessing?
influencing whatever that means
the people around it to take control of my sister and use her powers to upset the status quo and control Gensokyo and/or the outside world.
On the other, we have a magician that broke through the barrier for an unknown reason to fight against my sister's power of fate so that a weapon could be created to defeat her and stop the control of Gensokyo and/or the outside world.
They sound equally unlikely. Both are complicated, and irritating to think about. Both are missing facts. Both are fake, real, and neither. One is troubling. The other is also troubling. Both are very troubling. A difficult conundrum. I believe we do not have enough information to decide on who to believe. Perhaps both are false. It seems we may need to hold off on conclusions until after we interrogate Remilia.
Yeah, about that... I'm sorry I broke Patchouli-doll. I'm sure you had questions, but now we can't ask them until we get home. She said the spell was going to end soon anyways, so perhaps we didn't miss anything. Do not worry; our questions can certainly wait for now. We have time.
...Not-life is difficult. Most states of existence are difficult, I think. Maybe that's what makes it all worth it. Enduring the challenges, so that one day you can look back and say, "Yeah. I did that. I got through that just fine!? ...Sorry, I guess I'm not too good at this sort of thing. If nothing else, remember that I'll stay by your side for as long as possible. I'll be here to guide you, to help you, to talk to you and cheer you up. If you need me I'll be here. We're friends, after all, and that?s...
That's what friends are for.
You... yes. Yes, that's right... Friends. That?s... that's what we are.
Thank you. I wish I could say something more, but... thank you will suffice. Thank you.
I'm not really alone, after all.
I better get Second and Third before we go anywhere.
I find them quickly, in the shopping district.
"Oh, hey, First. I was bored of checking out people's houses so I went out to find Third. You don't mind, right?"
"it's fine, Second," I say, taking in the two. They look cheerful. Third is carrying some sort of garment, though. "What is that?"
She unfolds it and holds it out to me.
it's... a kimono?
"I remembered how we were all talking about it earlier so I thought I would get you one," Third states, holding it up against me to test its size. "Of course, it fits. I tested it myself."
I take it gently. it's soft. And red.
"You didn't steal it, did you?"
"No, no," Second interrupts, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "I brought money. "Member when I got free yesterday? I snatched some money in the mansion during that time. Thought it would be useful. Which reminds me..."
Her other hand, which was behind her back, swings around and hands me another item.
"We had money left over, so I got you a paper parasol to match the kimono Third got. Consider it, uh... an apology, for yesterday. Or something," she mumbles.
"Thank you, you two," I say, hugging them. Would that be a self-group hug?
"Well, go on, try them out!"
Then I am rushed into one of the stores that possesses a changing room. In no time at all we emerge into the open again, me wearing the kimono and holding the paper parasol delicately. fortunately there were no more creepy dolls in my clothes
"Perfect! Extraordinary! What a cutie!" Third praises.
"If only Words could see you," Second says, smiling. "We should grab one of those papers in the box in the woods later. They give Words visions of you or something, right?"
"It feels... comfortable," I remark, pinching the fabric on my arm. "Thank you, but I should probably change back..."
"Keep it on! It might bring you good luck," Third says.
"Since when was wearing a kimono lucky?" Second asks.
"I don't know? Since now?"
We leave the human village. This is it, then. We need answers.
[ ] Go to the spot marked on the map, where the Mistress apparently wants to meet you.
[ ] Go back home to the library so that we can talk to Patchouli more.
[ ] Write-in. Achievement get! You have deepened the friendship between you and F__nd__. The ?D? in her name will now be uncovered from now on. Great work!
---------- >>54637 >Perhaps this is nothing but a story written by a madmans hand, as we dance like puppets on strings to entertain.
On another note, this won a chuckle out of me.