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Well, it seems like it's just one flood after another.

It's a bit strange, though. Judging from the reactions and how many people seem to recognize one another, it seems that a good deal of people are honest enough to use their real names and identities.

I wonder why is that.

For those that have already been recognized-- I suppose it can't be helped. But for those with nary a person from their world, I wonder why there are people who are still inclined to use their real identities. As gray as the city is, it's a bit of a blank slate, isn't it? Perhaps the only people who truly know who you are are the Gods-- and who knows how much they care. Certainly not enough to warn us of potentially dangerous characters amidst our so-called friends~ ★

And besides, surely there are things you don't like about yourself.

Things that you don't want others to know.

Things that you wish you could change.

Things that you wish could be otherwise.

Wouldn't you say this is the perfect opportunity to be whom you've always wanted to be?

In fact, I'm sure that a few of us have caught on already. Who's to say that the person you met yesterday was using their real name and identity? Who's to say they really are who they claim to be? How much should you trust these people whom you've come to call your 'friends'? There's no need to tell the truth. Not if everything can be believed.

Perhaps the next time you introduce yourself, keep this in mind-- nobody knows who you are, and who knows just who you are talking to~ ★

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[It took her some time to calm down, though eventually she managed it. This comment, though, interested her at least a little. Admittedly, it sounded like a lot of wishful thinking to her. She really didn't care what anyone said. This was a plot of her father's if she'd ever seen one, so why should she assume she could ever escape being what she was?]

Have you considered that someone trapped here might already assume that those they would hide from already know they are here and sees little point concealing their name for that reason? Besides, do you really think we can stop being what we are so easily, just because we want it?

Sometimes, perhaps it's simply as easy as hitting the 'anonymous' button. But in the case that a person has already been identified, I suppose there is no helping it. One can only pray to the Gods.

In the case of your hypothetical person-- does that person wish to hide from the ones that already know of their presence?

That would depend entirely on the person in question. If they did not wish to hide from the ones who knew, or did not care, that would probably mean that they would not make any undue effort to conceal themselves. The lack of caring, or even the open daring would involve openly presenting themselves. However, if they still wished to hide, the anonymous trick could work, though it would be clearly anonymous and giving itself a name and identity. Would this be trusted?

Hm~ It's certainly a conundrum. Though it seems to be that our hypothetical person has something against the person(s) who know them, regardless. After all, they wouldn't even consider the option if they were happy with the situation.

And as for the matter of trust-- I suppose not. All this anonymous can be rather suspicious, couldn't it? Though if everyone began using it more often, it might just end up becoming very trustworthy indeed.

If they were happy with the possibility of the people being there, there would likely be little need for anonymity. Possibly, but unlikely.

You could make a case for anonymity, but I do not know that everyone would agree to it. Many of these people seem to like their visuals and their little public chats. They also seem to trust each other easily.

I know, right? It almost feels carefree. If I were the type of person, I might even be jealous of how easily they trust.

And if I were a lesser person, perhaps I would even want to infiltrate in order to destroy that trust.

I'm not. Nobody who trusts that much ever walks out of their lives unscathed. Whether or not I give out my name does not matter much to this little talk. A name's a tiny thing in the grand scheme of things. I don't trust anyone in this city, not yet. Trust has to be earned, and maybe they could use a lesson in why one of these days.

A surprisingly realistic point of view. Though I suppose I should thank you for it. A question-- who's to say your trust is worth earning?

The person seeking to earn it. The only person something is valuable for is the one who wants it. Personally, I don't think it's worth it.

Ah, if you don't think it's worth it, then do you think anyone will try?

Not if they're smart. People can be alarmingly dumb at times.

Mm, it seems to me that you're not being entirely honest. Would you rather them try and call them fools? Or would you rather them learn their lesson, and keep their distance?

Two options are presented before you. Or, of course, you could provide a third one, but I believe that might be even more telling than simply choosing one or another.

I would rather not exist in the first place. That, however, was never an option for me. I would settle for people learning their lesson, but I will not force them to do so.

Reasonable. But ah-- existence is a heavy burden. Saying something like 'I'd rather not exist' is a bit of a rub in the face to those who never had a chance to, I'd say.

[Bwah? That one sort of made Samantha's eyebrow raise and she frowned, scrunching her nose. What did he mean the anonymous writer mean by that?]

It is, yes. They can be offended and can even have my existence if they really want it, and can somehow find a way to replace me. Like I said, it's not that easy to just get rid of me. If it were that easy, we wouldn't be having this lovely little chit-chat.

[ ironically, this anon writer knows exactly what this anon replier means-- he's often had the same thoughts himself. he's just quite a bit more militant about it, if the blood on his hands has anything to say about it. ]

My, my, that almost sounds like a challenge~ Do you truly want someone to try? [ try to get rid of your existence. sharpen knives and head for the hunt. ]

You say that as if it hasn't been attempted before. Like I said. It is not that simple. We are long past the point of challenging. It is simply reality.

But your reality is different now, isn't it?

Being here, amongst us, you might find your salvation.

Salvation? That's a laugh. God's an ass, and I'm not putting these locals on any higher pedestal. There is no salvation, not unless I tear it out of the hands of those who stole it from me myself.

Oh, no-- I certainly didn't mean that sort of salvation. God doesn't save. God never does.

The salvation I speak of is something entirely different.

Explain.

I don't think I will. Because to be honest, the purpose of this message wasn't to show people the way.

[Perhaps the most frustrating element of this conversation was the fact that Samantha could not tell if she found this person intriguing or irritating.]

No, I suppose that this wasn't the purpose of the conversation in the first place, was it? I think, though, that we've covered about all that we can on the topic, unless you wanted to try it from another angle.

[ mmmmm. and he's not entirely sure what to make of this other individual. other than the fact that if he ever recognize them to be for who they were, perhaps he'd have something interesting to watch. ]

Fair enough. But would you mind terribly if I asked you two questions before this conversation adjourns?

You may. I reserve my privilege in answering them, as you might expect.

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