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These are necessary, I discovered! Any private message to Ted's communicator will go here, if you please, so I may treasure it forever.

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From:

youfool

[That's humiliating. Both Ted's body and spirit were heavy-laden. He briefly gave a thought to simply pushing off and putting them both through the ceiling, but that would be rude to the other tenants. He wanted to talk? Ted's favorite past-time, or would be if he had happier things to say. He's surprisingly eloquent underneath however many pounds of fish.]

"There it is again; as if philosophy were frivolous. What on earth does being an 'ally' mean if it does not mean banding together for the same cause? As if viewing the entire universe differently meant nothing!"

From:

om_nom_namur

Cuz if y' got shit that overlaps then there ain't no reason y' can't work for it side by side. Duh! Ain't never gonna find someone thinks 'zactly the same as y' do, so yer better off makin' friends outta the overlaps 'stead a enemies outta everyone.

[Namur sits up a little, indeed surprised that Ted is able to say as much as he did without gasping. There's something weird going on. Namur discretely sniffs at him. Maybe Ted isn't as human as he claims to be.]

From:

youfool

[Depending on the sensitivty of Namur's sniffer, he might make out that Ted's clothes aren't the usual. Cotton, polyester, life fibers. Though just how alive they are is a matter of some debate; a symbiotic organism with a very slight hint of parasitim. But even this one came from an archway, whose denizens are completely soulless. Not that Ted's very clear on whether they had souls to begin with. Or maybe Ted's just used to talking a lot, even with a little air.]

[Ted waned. He hated it when people preached practicality. Even when they were right, they were enervating. Now Ted's too tired to be tactful, and so came to merely saying everything.]

"...I want more than that.

You helped my city simply because I asked. You gave me a nickname. You invited me into your home to eat and talk and divulge dreams. Best of all, you burned with enough righteous indignation to boil the sea. All rare and precious as buried treasure. Then you go and say a thing like that. You show me nothing but gold, then, like the worst pirate, you lock it up and throw it overboard to the bottom of the ocean. Who wouldn't be incensed after that bait-and-switch? Who's turned on who?" [Ted had no idea what to do with Namur. He came so close. And now he...what, should be content to make strategic alliances? Be satisfied with strange bedfellows? It wasn't good enough. So little was. And yet...]

"Why, then, do I still like you, Namur? Why, after being such an ass, do I still believe you're decent?"

From:

om_nom_namur

[Namur smirks, rolls over, and flops back against Ted's thorax, hands propped behind his head. It should at least be a little more comfortable, if for no other reason than it isn't an active, aggressive pin.]

Hell if I know what's in yer head, man. Taste emotions comin' off people so sometimes I know what they's feelin' better'n they do, but that don't tell me what's in their head. Ain't a mind reader.

From:

youfool

[Ted gave a small 'uhf' as the weight was re-applied. The allegory was very fine, at least. Namur had deflated and crushed his dreams just as surely as his flattened form now. The vest was keeping things bearable.

Actually, this wasn't so bad. He did say he could hug Namur once he'd discovered his good deeds. This felt similar. It just hurt, having his ideals doused like that. He could weep.

But he didn't weep. There was a kind of peace in surrender, as he closed his eyes, then laughed almost imperceptibly. He really could nap here. But need he surrender? Was Namur a lost cause? Could the treasure be unburied? Could the gold be dug out of the dross? It hurt to hope, but it hurt to extinguish it. Much like he is now. Down, but not out. Just...comfortable, and silently so.]