explosivecombat | NIETZSCHE; DEAD PHILOSOPHERS' INBOX

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NIETZSCHE; DEAD PHILOSOPHERS' INBOX

[TEXT; LOCKED TO doitrockapella]

The offer for conversation is always open, should you desire to take me up on it; I can't guarantee that I'll respond immediately, nor will it necessarily be the response you want, but I'll always respond in some way.

In the name of enlightened discourse.

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What sort of "something"? Do you know?

It's complicated. Too complicated to explain accurately, and he wasn't particularly forthcoming about some of it — out of some desire to protect me, I think.

He was present for several of those strange weekends while he was here, the three-day blackouts. He always had the sense that there was a sort of...escalation, to them. There was something he was afraid of, and during those times, he seemed to think it had gotten in temporarily. That, among other things, it would target me.

I think he went back and had a confrontation with it. And I think he lost.

...the world often isn't kind to those of us that leave, is it.

You have my condolences either way.

The wolf I dream of is him, not you.

So I suppose that trend you spotted holds true, even there.

Now that I know about that...there's someone from my world who's capable of possessing others and using them as vessels. Obviously, that wouldn't be anything he's capable of here; just the same, I wouldn't want you to strike up any sort of running dialogue with him and find that out about him later.

I'll tell you if I see him; he's been here once before, briefly.

[...Nietzsche are you protecting her—

Man, you are definitely the nicest psychopath in her personal history, seriously.]

During one of those blackouts?