[Sunny’s question didn’t get an immediate response. In fact, Omori simply stared at the writing, unblinking. Maybe, for so long, that Sunny thought he wasn’t going to get an answer.
Then… Omori brought the knife towards the ground again. Thought. Jabbed at the floor… but it wasn’t anything legible. Just a mark, one that got deeper and deeper with each cut.
Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab.
What was awareness? Was awareness feeling like he had to keep Sunny safe? Allowing him to step into a fabricated role to protect him? Was awareness pushing the Dreamer to realize the Truth? Was awareness trying to push him so far away that their own beings had clashed?
Was… was it that, for as much as Headspace and the events that Sunny had created were the Dreamer’s, that they could be somewhat Omori’s too?
The stabbing stopped. Long enough for Omori to etch out a reply.]
I DON’T KNOW
[Probably not the answer Sunny had been searching for. But it was the truth, as much as the memories of that day were the Truth too.]
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Then… Omori brought the knife towards the ground again. Thought. Jabbed at the floor… but it wasn’t anything legible. Just a mark, one that got deeper and deeper with each cut.
Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab.
What was awareness? Was awareness feeling like he had to keep Sunny safe? Allowing him to step into a fabricated role to protect him? Was awareness pushing the Dreamer to realize the Truth? Was awareness trying to push him so far away that their own beings had clashed?
Was… was it that, for as much as Headspace and the events that Sunny had created were the Dreamer’s, that they could be somewhat Omori’s too?
The stabbing stopped. Long enough for Omori to etch out a reply.]
I DON’T KNOW
[Probably not the answer Sunny had been searching for. But it was the truth, as much as the memories of that day were the Truth too.]