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[madgoddess]

you call upon Quintessa, the Prime of Life "Whether you are a creation of mine or not, you are welcome here..." ( . audio | video | text | action . )

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[madgoddess]

Those who feel abandoned of hope will see it where they can, Tech — whether it exists there or not. That is not a reflection on you.

[tech_nically]

...I know. I know. But I don't think I've been given such a form nor such power without cause. Perhaps it could have been anyone, but in this instance, it's me. ...so...if there is some greater call...

[Then it's his responsibility, isn't it?]

[madgoddess]

Has anyone asked you what you want? Not what is expected of you nor destined of you, but what you desire for your own self? Your life has been marred by losses of agency... no one would begrudge you the chance to put yourself first for once.

[tech_nically]

....

No. Never. ...and yet, I don't think I know what my answer would be.

[madgoddess]

[ gently: ] Then perhaps that is the question you need to ponder first, for your own peace.

[tech_nically]

Perhaps...

[He falls silent. Where does one even start? It's a lot to ponder, and he knows it's not something that might come instantaneously. But...it is a direction.]

...thank you, Quintessa. I have much to think about.

[madgoddess]

Of course. You deserve to be happy, Tech.