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[theyregooddogs]

Wherein Will Graham talks to the void and the void answers back.

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[theyregooddogs]

[You were able to fool them all before.]

[theyregooddogs]

I had a goal. I had to. And that didn't work. I crumpled at the last moment, and it cost all of us.

[theyregooddogs]

[You know what he would want.]

[theyregooddogs]

Isn't that why I'm talking to you? I'm trying to tap into the part of my brain that knows something about murder and death. Inelegant, crude— I have a very good guess what he would do.

But I'm not him. I'm not going to kill like him. I want those worthy to survive.

[theyregooddogs]

[And you're going to damn the rest. Rather, you aren't going to play God.]

[theyregooddogs]

I don't have any power. I can't push and pull the thousand little threads that intersect to drive someone to kill. One or two people, maybe. But everyone? It's not possible.

[theyregooddogs]

[Isn't none of this possible?]

[theyregooddogs]

My mind is splintering and fraying, ready to shatter. It can't be done.

[theyregooddogs]

[It has to be done. You know better.]

[theyregooddogs]

. . .

[theyregooddogs]

[Who is it going to be?]

[theyregooddogs]

Corrin, Hiyori, Tsumugi.