i - Hanging Lanterns - It wasn't as if Richard had gone looking for an argument. He'd already clearly stated that he didn't look for them. It was the fact that these people, these delusionally created 'natives' were pushy. He'd already reasonably declined to assist in their mourning of the dead, already told them in no uncertain terms that he had no interest in discussing those who had died and wouldn't assist in passing out their ridiculous lanterns that perpetuated a belief that could never be real and had no scientific basis that it ever could be; the idea that they would like one's own doorway notwithstanding.
Still, they pushed, claiming that it would heal his troubled soul. No, some stupid tradition would not heal his soul.
To be fair, it wasn't that Richard had anything against the memoria; everyone mourned in their own way, and traditions were the comfort of the masses. That didn't mean he had to take part in it or wanted to. So as they became more instants, blocking off his exit path, he began to snap at them. His composure and calm starting to crack.
iv - Down with the sickness - He hadn't been feeling the best since arriving. It was both colder and warmer then he expected, and he felt as though his strength was failing, sometimes. Other times he felt fine, just a bit of a headache. He wasn't completely sure what was going on, why he suddenly felt as if he were coming down with a cold or the flu, but at the moment, he was starting to have another moment of feeling dizzy, so he leaned on the outside of a building to wait it out.
"I'm sure there's a logical reason for this." It was his own blanket, though he wouldn't admit to it. Logic could explain anything. Logic could explain having a cold in a clear delusion. It was probably Alex's fault. Her belief that all this was real. That was probably what was causing real effects on him.
Richard Strand | The Black Tapes Podcast
It wasn't as if Richard had gone looking for an argument. He'd already clearly stated that he didn't look for them. It was the fact that these people, these delusionally created 'natives' were pushy. He'd already reasonably declined to assist in their mourning of the dead, already told them in no uncertain terms that he had no interest in discussing those who had died and wouldn't assist in passing out their ridiculous lanterns that perpetuated a belief that could never be real and had no scientific basis that it ever could be; the idea that they would like one's own doorway notwithstanding.
Still, they pushed, claiming that it would heal his troubled soul. No, some stupid tradition would not heal his soul.
To be fair, it wasn't that Richard had anything against the memoria; everyone mourned in their own way, and traditions were the comfort of the masses. That didn't mean he had to take part in it or wanted to. So as they became more instants, blocking off his exit path, he began to snap at them. His composure and calm starting to crack.
iv - Down with the sickness -
He hadn't been feeling the best since arriving. It was both colder and warmer then he expected, and he felt as though his strength was failing, sometimes. Other times he felt fine, just a bit of a headache. He wasn't completely sure what was going on, why he suddenly felt as if he were coming down with a cold or the flu, but at the moment, he was starting to have another moment of feeling dizzy, so he leaned on the outside of a building to wait it out.
"I'm sure there's a logical reason for this." It was his own blanket, though he wouldn't admit to it. Logic could explain anything. Logic could explain having a cold in a clear delusion. It was probably Alex's fault. Her belief that all this was real. That was probably what was causing real effects on him.
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