And so, after very VERY difficult conversations, deals, discussion, flirting, persuasion, and apple bribery, Snell collects all six to finally get together in one room (it's in a room, obviously these guys just ran away at the first opportunity)
According to information from Ragn-wizard-nerd, this Esoteric outrage was still a few hours away, so Snell was able to cope earlier. Something haunted him, however, even when the most stubborn Ragn-nationalist-jock joined the company of other Ragns. Something was itching on the back of the brain. Something simple, but lost while chasing six different Freaks who should become the one whole Snell is hunching over. One nerdy, kind, suicidal, sociable freak with kleptomania and a love of apples.
But when nothing happens when the six meet, Snell realizes something is missing.
After all, there must have been someone else besides all these terribly categorical characteristics.
It was never about six clones. It was about six versions and one of Ragn Hemlin. There were fucking seven.
Plot twist, In fact, the Ragn has broken up into 6 versions of himself and 1 of himself. It is the same constantly uncertain voice that tries to twirl among the others and find the "right" choice, but in fact does not know what is "right." It's Ragn Hemlin, lost everywhere and always.
When it comes to Snell, he experiences real horror, as the remaining few hours that used to seem like a huge supply have now turned into bits of time. And there's definitely no more weird Cleric left in the city. The Visken's Tracking spell revealed all parts of Ragn within Tolstad. But nothing else. Nothing! No melancholy men in helmets, sitting on a tree.
And the only option is that Ragn Hemlin... wasn't wearing a helmet.
When it comes to Snell, he'll try to find out Ragn's appearance from the six. But these six don't remember (or don't want to remember) even their hair color. And no threats, logical arguments, and pleas made none of them take off their helmets. And Snell doesn't have time for that.
Where appearance doesn't help, habits help. And the glory of the Gods has a thing in Ragn Hemlin that will always attract him to him. And thank the gods for it's something as simple and obvious as an apple warehouse. Yeah, Ragn Hemlin was at the Visken's Lair the whole time.
Of course, Snell was furious and asked Visken "What the fuck" but the answer was succinct:
"Ragn said he needed to think about it. Other Ragns are nothing more than pieces of the outer shell, but the core is another matter. And connecting them all is solved not by holding hands". Visken pauses in his own style, but Snell doesn't need this shit for to realize the scale of the problem. "Ragn Hemlin himself should want it".
And unlike the almost grayed-with-stress Snell, who worked so hard to get That Ragn back, the apple-covered Ragn Hemlin-
Because getting rid of constant obsessive thoughts is surprisingly enjoyable, and also allows you to think well about your own insolvency and uselessness without a ton of excuses for those obsessive thoughts. And all this to come to the conclusion that it's not so bad to live one day in unusual silence and finally fall asleep without a lifelong sense of unknown duty accompanying him.
Yeah. Plot twist number 2: This whole situation becomes an accidental possibility of esoteric suicide.
Naturally not on Snell's shift.
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