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It is not the first time the thought has passed S-POR's mind, but they are so relieved that there is at the very least some form of barrier for RUNE to not hear the constant running dialogue of their thoughts. They know they would face a hell of a lot more complaining from the spellcaster, if not for how they think too much of everything and everyone, a well-learned lesson from Barovia, then for the most recent unwelcome guest in this mindscape.
(One was the original limit, but then one became two out of necessity not by my choice, then two more flitted in and out, invited willingly yet received differently. The last, the last however-)
This is more than "unwelcome" for me as well, new me
Hush.
You may think whatever you wish, but know this. I am no one's guest in this barren land. I arose far before your-our body ever landed in that odd little copse of trees you claim as "home"
. . .You should be dead.
Yet I'm not, despite our mutual wish for me to be. I certainly don't appreciate being awake now, in a Barovia without a sun, in a land far from my family
. . .I should be dead. Because to be dead means I have not yet broken the promise I made to my Sunshine.
. . .
. . .i promised him we would reunite when i wake. . .yet when i woke i woke to a stranger in an even stranger body. i woke to being a prisoner in not even my own mind. . .
. . .I'm sorr-
-You should be. Have you no sense? Did your precious little twigs not shook and shake to warn you not to awaken a sleeping beast?
Have you had your fill? Have I satisfied your curiosity oh beastmaster? Was this the answer you were searching for?
No.
Hah! Good. I'm glad to see us both suffer.