Palace of Greed, El Dorado (Library of Ruina)

[Dutch]

Note sure if intended, but note how some of these aren't a question.

 

[Empere]

[X] "… I miss you. I love you."

 

[KyleTheBad]

[X] "… I miss you. I love you."

 

[thePUNisher]

Note sure if intended, but note how some of these aren't a question.

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That's a good catch, maybe I miss you is also a trap option like the first three? God I feel like I'm looking for traps when there are none.

 

[LotusPocus]

[X] "… Are you still alive, out there?"

 

[Bladesguy]

[X] "… Are you still alive, out there?"

 

[SoothingCoffee]

That's a good catch, maybe I miss you is also a trap option like the first three? God I feel like I'm looking for traps when there are none.

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There are no, in fact, trap options in here.

 

[thePUNisher]

There are no, in fact, trap options in here.

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Nevermind then, time to have Lily say the dread L-word:

[X] "… I miss you. I love you."

Maybe this will be the first step in the path to calling Kai a Fr*end.

 

[Ls Shadow]

[X] Write-in: "...You think, I'll ever learn to be okay on my own?"

 

[Crow]

[X] "… Where are we?"

Maybe? I don't know what should be said.

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Thats sidestepping the matter. In my opinion Lily knows enough that she has to "get back out". so "where are we" is not poignant enough.

Also yes damn that hurt so good. She knew all along, but she wanted to believe. There was no sudden trick or realization. Just an awareness one wanted to be real. Like a lucid dream.

The brave answer is admitting what has passed and what needs to be done with the I love you option. Alternatively Lily could cling to hope with the alive option. Either is fine though again not sure what would come of that exactly considering neither Lily nor Moon would know and though Distortions are weird...well, thats that and this is this-gets splattered-

Think I'll go with this.

[X] "… I miss you. I love you."

Be brave Lily.

 

[Thebigpieman]

Oh Lily...

[X] "… I miss you. I love you."

Gonna concur with the rest of you, Lily needs this more than anything. Needs the ability to admit her own feelings to herself and others. But man... Iris sounds like such a good mom and all we get is this snippet of and her and Lily. I have actual tears right now.

 

[Rockeye]

feels

[X] "… Are you still alive, out there?"

 

[Sightedjt]

[X] "… Are you still alive, out there?"

 

[Whiskas]

[X] "… Are you still alive, out there?"

I think this is the best question to ask, and hear me out as to the reason why. From what I recall as to the endings of Lob Corp humanity does have collective subconsciousness. That might be wrong. But if I am right than a Distortion/Abnormality would reasonably be more in touch with that so an answer given might actually be correct? That is if Mom is alive and therefore connected to the "network".

Admittedly this is reaching far.

"I'm –" you cut yourself off, eyes widening in terror as she proceeds to dump the entire salt onto the pan

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Guys look! It's genetic!

 

[RiceRockRekt]

You know there really is something about how the chapter titles (beside Kai's interlude) have only ever been food, because food is the only thing Lily (can admit without choking) loves, but since Moon is defined by his eternally bitchless follies he drags her kicking and screaming into incel mommy obsession land.

Hm.

Suddenly I have the thought that what's gonna break the delusion is Lily eating Iris's food and it not being shit that makes her want to barf.

Gonna mark that down before it happens or the exact opposite occurs.

The first thing that catches your attention is the ring of lights hovering above her head, sparkling, glimmering – and flickering, through the sleep-haze of your vision. It's the lamp, you quickly catch on, on a familiar ceiling. The second thing that catches your attention is the – her eyes: deep bright blue, sparking with energy, brimming with life, like stray electricity jumping from one torn cable to another. They descend on you, furrowed slightly, and in your eyes, they're so full of… full of you. You avert your eyes, and the third thing that catches your attention is her lips – her smile, curved softly, and gently along with her eyes, and the fourth thing that catches your attention is her hair: blonde, the same hue of your reflection's, but unlike yours, they drape straight down to her shoulders like water; a pony-tail waving from behind her neck. And the fifth that catches your attention is her clothes – and the sixth thing that your attention catches is her – and the seventh thing – the eighth – and the ninth thing that catches your attention is her touch, her fingers running through your hair, rubbing the scalp of your head; the thumb rolling, and circling, and – and the tenth – the eleventh thing – and the twelfth thing your attention catches is –

Iris.

"… Mom?"

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I hate this. Go to hell.

Literally this motherfucker has no right to make this so beautiful and loving I hate everything.

You sound so goddamn fucking pathetic, and pitiful, and fucked, like you're some sort of kitten or some shit, but you don't care. You couldn't. You can't. It's her, you think blankly: it's really her. Here, right in front of you. Her hand – her other hand, not the one still on your head – wraps around yours, and you exhale quietly as you sit up from your mattress.

Mom hums, her smile gaining a sad tinge. "I'm here, my flower," she answers you. "I'm here," her eyes lock with yours, and – she pulls your hand. It's barely a tug, really, but you're falling towards her, and she catches you into her arms, and you feel warm. You feel as though you're back in that time. Your head plants onto her shoulders, burying your face – that familiar unfamiliar scent fills your head: vanilla, and something floral, with the undercurrent of what you now recognize as blood. Coppery warmth. The entirety of it all, of her, envelopes you. You feel safe. "I'm sorry, flower," she whispers.

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"Ah, so you thought I was nice," you couldn't see her face, on the account that she's put you around her armpit. Mao chuckles, mussing up your hair. "Well, I think you're pretty neat too, Lily."

You growl, glowering, but she ignores it as expected. Grumbling, you sag in defeat. This close to Mao, you could taste the scent of blood, steel, and that bitterness you smelled back in the Office coming from her – but there's something there, as you dig deeper. Something woody, and old, like papers. You can't put your finger around it.

"… Are you sniffing me?"

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Everything about this is damaging to me.

You shake your head quietly, hands reaching over her back – once, you remember this now, you were so fucking small and shit that you couldn't even do this, but now your arms easily wrap around her. "… You're back," you mumble, muffled. Your eyes sting. "You came back."

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I should really have a reaction that isn't hurling and screaming but that's unfortunately all I can dreg up this is stolen valor how dare.

Her hand – the one that's still not on your scalp – rubs your back. You close your eyes. "It must've been hard," she says, whispering into your ears, and you twitch, head bobbing quietly. "Must've been fucked up – you suffered, didn't you? They worked you to the bones, didn't they, those assholes?" she mutters, and you burrow deeper still into her shoulder. "I'm sorry I wasn't there, with you – I should have been."

Your breath hitches. It's the final nail to the coffin. "I –" you start, then stop. You feel filthy. "I took it like a champ," you mumble, not at all stuttering. "Ain't hard. Piece of fuckin' cake. Walk in the goddamn park."

Mom lets out a chuckle, the rumbling jumping into your body, and you melt a little. "I've always known you're tough," she hums, and you grunt slightly. She giggles. "Here, let me take a look at you," she starts, and her hand slides up to your shoulder, squeezing it lightly. You twitch. Mom lets out another giggle. Grumbling, you pull your head up from her shoulder, scuttling away a little bit, until you're sitting in front of her face-to-face. Mom sighs, exhales – blue eyes turning with her smile, and you twitch as she palms your cheek; her thumb brushing the suspicious water away from under your eye. "… You've grown," she says. Her voice cracks. Your breath hitches. "You've grown strong, and beautiful, and," she smiles. "And I wasn't there with you – I missed it all," she whispers, repeats, more to her than to you. "I should have been there."

You don't say anything. Couldn't say anything, or even breathe. You sit there, still as a statue, quivering. Her hand feels warm. Hot, burning, yet you couldn't help but melt into it. The corner of her lips twitch, and you force yourself to be still, eyes avoiding hers; that damnable knowing look, only for you to glance back to hers. You couldn't help it. But this is your next best defense, to stay silent still as a statue, because you don't want to ruin this… this. Because you don't think you'd last otherwise – because you're this close to crumbling into dust yourself.

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Soothing your cruelty to Lily is boundless I can't believe the amount of damage this is gonna do to her ability to allow people to comfort her.

Then, as if by miracle, your stomach begins to rumble.

Mom blinks. You flinch – the moment is gone. You ruined it. You fucked it. Then a giggle. "You haven't eaten anything, have you?" Mom asks, and you nod quietly – meekly. "Then!" your eyes follow her as she springs up to her feet, grinning. "I'll cook you something – I'm sure there's something we can use in the pantry," she hums, and you watch her turn her back on you, sauntering towards the kitchen.

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Oh good the worst possible occurrence has come up already this is nice this is chill.

From here, it looks familiar, this place looks familiar. It's your – no, it's their apartment, theirs, and yours. The shitty ass small-as-shit room that felt enormous when you were a damn midget – it's the same single bedroom-slash-living room, kitchen, and bathroom of an apartment before you fucked it, and left it to rot.

It feels as though you're back in time.

On reflex, you lunge forward, practically diving for Mom to grab her hands – and then, you find yourself about to plant your face to the floor. Only the floor never comes; you feel a pair of hands grab you by the armpits, lifting you up. You look up. Mom smiles, electric blue eyes both concerned, and confused and curious. "Flower?"

Your face burns. "I –" you start, then cut yourself off, looking up at Mom. You glare at nothing – at yourself, before growling as you shuffle awkwardly to your feet. "I – " you pause again. Belatedly, you realize, you're at the same height as her – in your memories, you barely reached up to her waist. And now you're not standing 'fore her face-to-face, eye-to-eye, on the same level.

You still feel small.

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– waddle your way up to her. You foot touches the floor wrong, and a squeak leaps from your lips as the ground grows closer – only except, you don't even come close to it. *** hand holds you up, and you catch a glimpse of her ****** eyes before she ******** you close. "Geez," she sighs, muffled and reverberating. Warm. "I know you're excited, but be careful, ** ******."

You mumble, and grumble as you're shifted up, until your head rests on her shoulder. Strands of her hair tickle your nose, sending it twitching, yet the floral scent comforts you. "Mmhm. *****?"

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Is anyone else happy with the excellent work put towards translating this sequence?

I'm not.

Her hands, you realize, have moved from your shoulders now to your own hands, massaging them slowly. You breathe in, then out, before nodding, locking eyes, determined: "I'll help," you mutter, squeezing her hand. "… I 'member that you're shit at cooking, Mom."

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Oh god no Moon is coopting Lily's Cooking: Rookie to maintain the matrix we're all fucked.

Mom pouts. "Hey, I've fed you my food before," she says. "And I never heard you complainin'."

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Hate that Hallucination!Iris's stopped sounding all Angelic Pure Mom and keeps using language like Lily's it disgusts me it's vile.

You return it with a flat look.

"… Much," she mutters, avoiding eye-contact. "Well, fine," she sighs, before chuckling as she turns around – her hand still squeezes yours, and she drags you towards the kitchen. She glances back, and you catch the spark in her blue eyes as she smirks. "You can help, if you think you're better than me at this."

You narrow your eyes back. "Better than the slob you served me," you shoot back.

Mom snorts, before chuckling. Her hand slips off yours, leaving your grip empty as you both stand in the kitchen, side-by-side. "We'll see, flower, we'll see."

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THIS BASTARD KEEPS MAKING THEM CUTE AND WARM LIKE HE HAS THE RIGHT KILL HIM CROWBAR HIS BRAIN.

You try not to stare at her too much – you've been staring at her this whole time, and – well. "We'll see, alright," you grumble under your breath. You quickly move through the cupboards and shelves, pulling out ingredients, and spices. The kitchen's small, you realize immediately, as you keep bumping and brushing against mom – it's barely enough for one person, and it ain't gonna be good for two. But both of you ain't some chump-fucks – workin' in tight spaces is your specialty. "I've been learning how to cook lately – a… buddy gave me a lesson," you say, quietly, as you place a bag of pork loins onto the counter. "And I've been eatin' good since I become a Fixer."

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I'm still sideeying this with contempt but it also reminds me of how it's actually wild that Lily probably got most of her iron stomach from her mom's horrible cooking when Iris was a higher ranked Fixer who should've been able to afford better literally by her first month the daughter has outpaced the mother it's funny but I'm also choking.

"Hoh?" Mom starts, and you blink as the tone. You turn to her as both of you start cutting and chopping the ingredients to bits and pieces. You glance at her, keepin' a single eye on your hand: how did Sun teach you? Tuck fingers in, and paw over the cut-ee, and use your finger joints to guide your knife. You catch Mom starin' at it, and see her fixin' her hands up. You snort. Mom coughs, shaking her head, before smiling. In relief. "Well, that's good to hear – that you're taking care of yourself. That," she glances at you. "That you've got people takin' care of you."

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It would be kinder to shoot her.

Lily please don't ignore this lesson because an abusive ex's milf impersonation dimension said it.

Sun. Kai. Mao. The rest of the Scarecrows. Even Karrion. "Yeah," you mutter under your breath. "They're alright people. Mao – she's my senior, and she's fucking annoying as shit, but she been takin' care of me. Even bought me some shit," you grumble, clicking your tongue. "Can you believe that, mom?" the knockbar, and the guntlet. "Seven fucking mils, just like that," you wave your hand. "Gone. All just to get me some really nice weapons, and it ain't like I don't appreciate it," you add quickly. "But fuck, we barely knew each other. Who even does that?"

Mom hums. "Sounds like a nice senior – you got lucky."

You know that. "And she's gonna ger her fucking due," you promise darkly, grumbling. "And then there's Kai," a pause. "And Sun."

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She says it like a fucked up threat in her happy slice of life dimension Lily what is wrong with you.

You give her a look, before looking back to the board, rolling your eyes. "Yes, mom, there's more," she leans close to you. You let out a huff, lips twitch despite yourself.

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This is the Bad Place.

"Kai's my partner," you watch Mom blink. "We work together on Urban Myths," her mouth opens into an 'O' shape. She looks disappointed. You shoot her a pointed look.

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This is the Bad Place you don't get to be funny Moon.

"… She's weird," you mutter, huffing. "At least, I thought she was, at first. Well, no," you mutter under your breath, pausing your chopping. Kai's face flashes into your mind: her face is as flat as a chopping board, emotionally speaking, yet her eyes somehow tell an entirely different story. "She's still pretty fucking weird, but she ain't the bad kinda weird, y'know?" you remember that time you went with her on a rooftop, and cringe, almost flinch. God, you were an idiot. "… Quiet as shit. Don't talk a lot. But we hang out sometimes, and we talk shop, and we… we work well together, got each other's back," you mumble, before glancing to your side. Mom meets it with an attentive look. "I thought she looked down on me at first, but she doesn't. Kai doesn't do that – she treats me like an equal," reflexively, you reach up to brush the red-ribbon on your head. It's still there, to your relief.

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Ugh.

Guh.

She smiles. "She sounds like a friend."

You blink. "A… friend?" you muse, aloud. A friend, huh? You stop for a moment. Kai's face appears before you; 'round her neck, the same ribbon on your hair. You grimace, shaking your head. "No. We're just partners. Ain't close enough."

"You won't get any closer if you don't want to," Mom points out, and you flinch. "… So do you want to?"

"What?" you snort. "Be her friend?"

Mom raises an eyebrow.

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Agh.

Damn you to hell Moon you're poisoning the well with this accurate emotional awareness!

You tear your eyes away from her. "Fuck off, Mom," you grumble. "It's fine as is: cover each other's back on a Request, and maybe chill every-now-and-then on the clock – ain't no damn need to fix what ain't broken. Also, I know her better. You haven't seen her."

"There's nothing to be afraid of, flower," Mom says, quiet-like. You shoot her a glare. You don't pout. Mom sighs, giggling. "Oh fine, fine, I'll drop it," she smiles, and your eyes close as she places a clean hand over your head.

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THERE'S REASON TO BE AFRAID MORM.

Mom.

Moon-Mom.

I might've lost the thread there but you're literally the incarnation of why people are afraid of relationships.

"And how about this Sun?"

You crack your eyes open with a twitch, shrugging off her hand from you, and continue slicing up the pork-loins. You're making a lot. Next to you, Mom hums and starts heating up the pan. You watch cautiously as she squirts in oil, and throws in the slices you've cut. It starts sizzling, and the scent of delicious meat quickly fills the room.

"She's my first client."

"Ooh, that's always fun," Mom giggles.

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Oh I don't like this.

People I don't trust to ask about Sun Numero Uno is Moon's No Bitches induced delusions.

You give her another pointed look. Mom stops giggling, but her smile only makes it worse. "… She's way too fucking nice," you grumble, turning to the food, recalling the recipe that Sun herself taught you. It ain't complicated. Even you could remember it. Vegetables? Check. Meat? Check. Garlic and the other bits? Chopped and checked. You give those to Mom, and she toss them into the pan. Next is the seasoning. "It's… baffling how she's still alive, with that attitude, but…" you said what you said, didn't you? You sigh, lips twitching. "I ain't complainin' – wouldn't treat me to food if she's not like that, you know? But…" you trail off.

"You're worried for her," Mom continues.

You flinch, before grumbling, closing your eyes. "It's why I'm here."

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You're the person she's worried about her from Moon maybe if you managed to parse this once in your life you wouldn't be a mental disease generator.

Also "It's why I'm here" Lily are you fucking keeping your head in the game even though it's being fried to an inch of Ego Death? Damn girl.

Mom hums. "It seems to me that you're surrounded by people who care for you," she says, and you turn your head to her. She stares into the pan, smiling. Relieved. Satisfied. "Maybe it's the same with Sun?"

"Maybe," you mutter. "But they're all weird. People shouldn't be this nice."

Mom tilts her head. "Is it really that strange, flower?" she asks, muses. You give her a look, and she giggles – a pause, as her expression turns wistful. "I don't think it is. However much the City has successfully made cold, and cruel heartless tin men out of all of us, it's also to my belief that Man will always hold the capacity to care for others. It's a fundamental truth, etched to the core of ourselves."

You stare at her. "… Right," you say, and couldn't say much else.

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Legitimately I don't think there's anything as fucked up as the amount of good advice Lily's getting here.

What a genuinely perfect first arc final boss Soothing this is in fact the beating heart of what you're meant to learn from the series but also it's directly stated by the thematic antithesis of that truth the negative sum the reason people choose not to care instead of caring a crazy deranged amount.

Silence comes, accompanied by the sizzling of vegetables and meat as Mom stirs it. You let it come, swallowing you into the moment, transfixed by the sight of Mom, standing next to you. You've really grown, haven't you? You remember now, standing just barely up her waist, looking up at mom. And now you're on the level, and it's as though you're in a completely different world.

Hah. Completely different world.

"Mom?"

Mom glances at you, electric blue eyes buzzing. With an errant hand, she picks up a bottle of salt. "Yes, flower?"

"I'm –" you cut yourself off, eyes widening in terror as she proceeds to dump the entire salt onto the pan.

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This is the Bad Place you don't get to be FUCKING funny Moon!!!

You know earlier I'd actually looked back through the story to check if we were told Iris's eye color, and even if that hasn't happened I still don't think they're fucking blue.

Admittedly Moon's were described as red (though that might be from them being bloodshot?) but like. Do Not Trust.

Lily your self-cognition is incredible strong for how hard it's been put through the blender.

You stare at the abomination result of yours and mom's cooking. You've tasted it. Tried to fix it. Tasted it again. Tried to fix it – and rinse and repeat and rinse and repeat until the cycle's broken, and – "This is shit."

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You're twisted around in her ******, facing forward. One hand carries you, and the other on the stove. You stare at the content of the pan, suddenly filled with ****. A pair of chopsticks pick a chunk out, going towards you. It looks like ****, but you open your mouth.

It tastes like –

"Shit."

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Everything is bad but you should've known that by the time you reached this.

Sitting by a small low-table, side-by-side with Mom, you stare at the bowl of 'food' – where did you go wrong? It was fine, you remember. You could identify what ingredients were which, but now it's all… unrecognizable. A fucking shit mess. Like all black and shit, and slimy and mushy and the smells are fucking fucked like holy shit.

Mom flinches, looking morose at her own spoonful. "It's… not that bad," then, as if to prove her point, she plops it into her mouth. You can hear the crunches coming from her as she chews, as if she's grinding down rocks. She gulps it down, and smiles at you. "See?"

She made it so effortless.

"It's still shit."

"Oh, c'mon, flower," Mom grouses, pouting. "Waste not want not, right? 'Sides, it's healthier this way. Salt's good for your body."

You open your mouth, and then closes it. You really can't argue with that. Medicines are supposed to taste awful, aren't they? But… "If I want medicine, I'll get medicine. Not food."

"Well, I made it," Mom grumbles. "So eat."

You roll your eyes. "I know, mom," you sniff, before putting a spoonful of the unrecognizable mess into your mouth. It's an explosion of flavor – of overwhelming bitterness, and saltiness and sweetness. You chew it, and it's immediately mush in your mouth, except for the crunchy sand-like grits, and the strangely chewy… things in it. With some effort, you manage to swallow it.

Mom smiles. "See, it's not that bad."

"Bleh."

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Absolutely nothing has done more damage to Lily's stomach than this food and that includes the dumpster diving.

Turning the water off, Sun turns to you with a sad whimper, and equally sad look. "You're awful."

You flinch a little. "Yeah well," you mumble, picking the pan up from the stove. "That's what you get from trusting me too much."

Sun pouts.

You look away from her eyes with a shrug. She's not really sad, but even then, it's too much for you. Returning your attention back to the pan in your hand, you plop another piece of meat into your mouth. It really does taste like shit. All that good-quality ingredients: you have ruined it, utterly and completely so. It borders on inedible, and somehow, someway, is much worse than the actual rotten shit you would get from dumpster diving. You plop another piece in, and this time, it comes with an actual chunk of barely-edible piece of hard spice seed. It cracks, and becomes ground under your teeth, creating an overwhelming explosion of nose-searing aroma. If you had to describe its taste, it's like someone thrown a buncha shit and everything off the countertop into the food – which is exactly what you did.

Or to be more precise, it's exactly what she did.

"… You don't have to eat them all, you know – or any of it," Sun says, frowning, purple eyes shining in worry. "It's fine to throw them out."

"Nah," you say, continuing your feeding. "I'll sooner die 'fore I waste any food."

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PEOPLE USING LILY'S ABILITY TO LOVE AGAINST HER STARTED WITH HER MOM AND CONTINUES WITH HER FRIEND'S WRETCHED MENTAL DEMON EX BOYFRIEND.

She giggles. And despite yourself, you couldn't help but also smile, and laugh. Somehow, you manage to wolf the entire thing down, and –

And you close your eyes with a sigh. A knot forms itself inside your throat as you lean back against the wall. You open them up, gazin' up at the ceiling, at the light – it comes to you without any knockin'; a sense of clarity. A question with an answer and crushing disappointment. "None of this is real, is it?"

"… No," Mom answers you. "It's not."

Clarity. A sense of awareness, of realization as waves of memories come to you – what happened, and what you think happened. You let out a shuddering breath. You're in here, while they're out there. You should be out there. You should. You have to. You gotta.

You don't want to.

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Hate this.

"Thought so," there's a muted thud as Mom leans back against the wall too, and you let your head fall over to her shoulder, letting her curtain of a hair cover you. Hide you. She smells of flowers. Not the fake sort that Sun's apartment got. Realer. You feel her shift a little, and her hand loops around your shoulders, cushioning you from the wall, pulling you fully into her embrace. Warm. Safe. "This is too good to be true," your breath hitches again. "I want this to be real."

"… You've grown into such a wonderful woman," she whispers, and it sounds hoarse. "I am so proud. And I should've been there with you. I'm sorry."

"Mmhmm," you shake your head. "It's fine," a pause, and you tilt your head up to meet hers. "Hey, mom, can I ask you something?"

She smiles. It looks sad. "Shoot."

The question burns at the tip of your tongue:

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Everything in the world is worse for the fact Yomi!Iris hasn't been ingenuine this entire chapter. I think that's the worst thing honestly.

[] "Why did you leave me?"

[] "I don't want to leave."

[] "Do I… have to leave?"

[] "… I miss you. I love you."

[] "… Are you still alive, out there?"

[] "… Where are we?"

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I actually have no idea what to choose between any of these. Like. I actually–

...

Oh.

[X] Write-in: "...You think, I'll ever learn to be okay on my own?"

I have to.

I have to see.

 

[iamweirdo]

[X] "… Are you still alive, out there?"

 

[PurposefulZephyr]

[X] "… Are you still alive, out there?"

 

[D-san]

[X] "… I miss you. I love you."

 

[RiceRockRekt]

[ ] "... Is Lin my real dad? We haven't talked about him for like 150K words so I'm expecting some kind of twist at this point."

There, a write-in that asks the most important question.

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Literally I've been thinking about what a funny coincidence it is that Landlord Lin was named by the first update and entirely without conscious planning the vote that won was making a character named Lily, nearly the exact same name.

He hums, closing his eyes. He rolls his pipe, taking another inhale, before taking it out between his fingers. "Do you know why – when your father, and mother died – I decided to take you in, instead of kicking you out to the streets?"

You frown. "… Why?"

"Well, they paid me in advance for one," Landlord Lin smiles; a crooked edge to it. "Three months in advance, time to get you on your feet. And for two, I owed them to some degree."

That perks your attention. "You owed them?"

"Something like that," he muses, nodding his head.

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Honest to god would be gutted if he was Lily's literal actual godfather and her parents named her after him.

 

[thePUNisher]

Literally I've been thinking about what a funny coincidence it is that Landlord Lin was named by the first update and entirely without conscious planning the vote that won was making a character named Lily, nearly the exact same name.



Honest to god would be gutted if he was Lily's literal actual godfather and her parents named her after him.

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Lin receives: A sign of the respect his tenants have for him.

Iris and John Husbandman receive: A daughter who needs to be waterboarded to admit she mildly likes someone due to years of landlord shittery.

Man what a steal, Adil needs to name her kid after Lin too if she ever finds the right chainsaw demon guy for her

 

[Zack24]

[X] "… I miss you. I love you."

 

[AUnderSave]

Thats sidestepping the matter. In my opinion Lily knows enough that she has to "get back out". so "where are we" is not poignant enough.

Also yes damn that hurt so good. She knew all along, but she wanted to believe. There was no sudden trick or realization. Just an awareness one wanted to be real. Like a lucid dream.

The brave answer is admitting what has passed and what needs to be done with the I love you option. Alternatively Lily could cling to hope with the alive option. Either is fine though again not sure what would come of that exactly considering neither Lily nor Moon would know and though Distortions are weird...well, thats that and this is this-gets splattered-

Think I'll go with this.

[X] "… I miss you. I love you."

Be brave Lily.

Click to shrink...

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. That's fair. God... Let's just rip off the emotional band-aid... For me. Due to the fact I'm unreasonably attached to Lily & Kai and if either get hurt I'd be a mess.

[X] "… I miss you. I love you."

Time to go be a big baby and cry in the corner.

 

[LosingHope]

[X] "… I miss you. I love you."

 

[Ternasta]

[X] "… I miss you. I love you."

 

[Ros and Los]

[X] Write-in: "...You think, I'll ever learn to be okay on my own?"

[X] "… I miss you. I love you."

One of these is what I am going for, although I think questioning Iris about being alive might go the road I am thinking too.