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                              ❝ They’re unnecessary. ❞ 

    ( eyes roll as he takes an immediate      gratification in the complaint.       it’s truly funny how people could bond      over complaining.  )

❝ It is worse when people take their

   shoes off and their feet are sweaty.

   It smells almost as bad as a dead

   body. ❞ Because corpses were 

❝ A different realm--one that would consume you

   if you dared enter. ❞ He paused, staring at him

   blandly. ❝ Your threats are empty--I cannot die.

❝ I am an emissary and nothing more.

   Though I will say this: there is more

   than one, for I have spoken to a

❝ A god----the most comparable thing.

   Though it has no malevolent intent.

   Rather, it wishes to know how to interact

  A pause, and the question caught him completely off guard, “Love…” What a loaded question.

"Love is relying on someone else for your happiness. For being so completely and utterly devoted to another, that you’d give anything to see them smile. It’s not necessarily perfect, but it’s a more interesting aspect of life., and it makes existence sweeter, most claim."

Far from the best answer, it was the only one he could give for now, and the only one that made sense to himself. But the other had him pausing, the soft chuckle there.

❝ That sounds miserable------or wonderful. I really do not

know. ❞ He could not imagine smiling for another person. 

Or making them smile. Saar sighed, scratching at the back

of his head. Emulating humans was a complicated task.

One that, at times, he felt was impossible.

❝ You do it well enough---aesthetically. And as far as emotions

go, at least you know what you are feeling. ❞ It was hard for

the dread horse to discern what was anger and what was

sadness. He barely knew when he was happy----though he

was very knowledgeable in feeling apathetic. 

❝ But what makes a monster a monster and a man a man? All

fade in time. Bodies rot & gods are cast down out of spite or

fury. And, in time, even memories will fade and the void will

               & he watched the snow fall, thoughts elsewhere. the war horse had                met so many strange creatures in recent times;      was a nameless                creature without feeling truely so out of place? it’s comments,       of                being merely a part of something greater, were unsettling, but he did                not feel threatened yet by the others presence.

His body shook as he rid himself of the thin layer of snow 

that was building on top of his back. ❝ Saar--it means

horse in my tongue. Though I have no true name, it works

well enough to identify me. ❞ He glanced over to the other

horse, head tilting. ❝ You would help me? Even though you

The horse was gone and in it’s placed stood a man. A naked man.

A naked man holding very old gold coins.  Agatha opened her mouth

to speak, but nothing came out.  Her shock couldn’t be measured and

she stuttered when she spoke.❝ I-you…I can’t convert that - sir?❞ 

❝ Why does it never give me pants---- ❞ It was 

muttered more toward himself. Stupid void. 

Stupid, grudge holding void. ❝ And it has to be

worth quite a bit---they are thousands of years

                              ❝ I       . ❞ 

    ( words falter and fade off his usually      silver tongue. the compliment was      random & bizarre, but harmless at best.  )

❝ ----thanks are unneeded. ❞

Saar shrugs. It's just an observation,

though perhaps the man had not

looked in a mirror as of late. It is then

he notices that the other man is not

wearing shoes----just like him! ❝ You

dislike shoes as well? They feel too

He sat down, head tilting as he listened to the other's

words. ❝ Your associates can speak to the dead? ❞

Now there was a thing he had not heard of before. 

Saar sat down, hands folded neatly onto his lap. ❝ Aren't

I interrupting? Assuming the broadcast is immediate----

unless your audience enjoys random beings from other

❝ I, it, does it matter? I am a tool. Not a person.

   The thing that bids me to travel and gain

    knowledge is not of this realm. There is no