Nothing needs wasting... all has its use...

As he flees, he keeps running into Poppies. Again and again and again, he turns a new corner to find Poppies waiting for him. David clearly can't be going in circles, as Poppies has long since abandoned the body Poppies was harvesting. There are plenty of bodies in this forsaken realm, but someone so obviously interesting and amusing to interact with is an opportunity that rarely presents itself.

"Poppies is just… Poppies…" Poppies' smile only widens as Poppies' head slowly tilts to the right. "And it would be rather… unusual… if a little thing like you met someone… like Poppies… which makes this event… all the more entertaining…" Poppies continues closing the distance to David as Poppies talks, slowly but surely.

As he flees, he keeps running into Poppies. Again and again and again, he turns a new corner to find Poppies waiting for him. David clearly can't be going in circles, as Poppies has long since abandoned the body Poppies was harvesting. There are plenty of bodies in this forsaken realm, but someone so obviously interesting and amusing to interact with is an opportunity that rarely presents itself.

As he flees, he keeps running into Poppies. Again and again and again, he turns a new corner to find Poppies waiting for him. David clearly can't be going in circles, as Poppies has long since abandoned the body Poppies was harvesting. There are plenty of bodies in this forsaken realm, but someone so obviously interesting and amusing to interact with is an opportunity that rarely presents itself.

Poppies continues skulking through the shadows until coming upon a person lying motionless on the floor. They're not dead yet but are close enough to it to be beyond help, as is evident from the pool of blood leaking from their mouth.

Ash doesn't react to this, beyond stopping and raising an eyebrow as to what poppies plans to do with it.

The moment that life leaves the body, Poppies pulls out a knife and moves toward it.

Ash finally speaks, and Poppies assumably knows the voice of endings well enough, so I won't waste any more time describing it. "Typically that act is reserved for beasts, do you mean to treat your fellow as such?"

"But are there not better sources of such needs?"

None are as… plentifully available or as easy to… harvest…

"Hm. I suppose that might be true enough, but is this not something reserved for when you are merely surviving? Given where we are, I find it hard to believe that you couldn't leave such a state."

"Thriving in a state of survival is still no such state of truly living."

This state is… a choice of Poppies… not simple survival…

"Choice or not, it is still simple survival."

"Is that so? The ability to choose surviving over living does not elevate one above the survival of beasts. It seems to me that you are merely a beast whom speaks." Ash pauses, but merely briefly. Long enough to not overwhelm Poppied with a non-stop monologue, but not long enough for Poppies to properly respond. "I've no quarrel with you, Poppies, but it is odd for a beast to be in such denial. I have no interest in stopping you, although I would prefer to put the poor sod into their after before you start. It is mildly harder when the life is fractured."

"I lacked the information that this was done recreationally. I apologize for assuming it was done for survival." Ash kneels down, probably to emphasize the apology or maybe because the old man has tired legs. It's a toss up. "Would you mind me leading this person's life to their after, before you harvest their material? Again, it is mildly harder to do so once their body has been fractured, and it won't take much more than a moment."

Poppies… never had need of your presence… and has neither means nor desire to keep you here…

Poppies continues skulking through the shadows until coming upon a person lying motionless on the floor. They're not dead yet but are close enough to it to be beyond help, as is evident from the pool of blood leaking from their mouth.

Ash doesn't react to this, beyond stopping and raising an eyebrow as to what poppies plans to do with it.

The moment that life leaves the body, Poppies pulls out a knife and moves toward it.

Ash finally speaks, and Poppies assumably knows the voice of endings well enough, so I won't waste any more time describing it. "Typically that act is reserved for beasts, do you mean to treat your fellow as such?"

"But are there not better sources of such needs?"

None are as… plentifully available or as easy to… harvest…

"Hm. I suppose that might be true enough, but is this not something reserved for when you are merely surviving? Given where we are, I find it hard to believe that you couldn't leave such a state."

"Thriving in a state of survival is still no such state of truly living."

This state is… a choice of Poppies… not simple survival…

"Choice or not, it is still simple survival."

"Is that so? The ability to choose surviving over living does not elevate one above the survival of beasts. It seems to me that you are merely a beast whom speaks." Ash pauses, but merely briefly. Long enough to not overwhelm Poppied with a non-stop monologue, but not long enough for Poppies to properly respond. "I've no quarrel with you, Poppies, but it is odd for a beast to be in such denial. I have no interest in stopping you, although I would prefer to put the poor sod into their after before you start. It is mildly harder when the life is fractured."

"I lacked the information that this was done recreationally. I apologize for assuming it was done for survival." Ash kneels down, probably to emphasize the apology or maybe because the old man has tired legs. It's a toss up. "Would you mind me leading this person's life to their after, before you harvest their material? Again, it is mildly harder to do so once their body has been fractured, and it won't take much more than a moment."

Poppies continues skulking through the shadows until coming upon a person lying motionless on the floor. They're not dead yet but are close enough to it to be beyond help, as is evident from the pool of blood leaking from their mouth.

Ash doesn't react to this, beyond stopping and raising an eyebrow as to what poppies plans to do with it.

The moment that life leaves the body, Poppies pulls out a knife and moves toward it.

Ash finally speaks, and Poppies assumably knows the voice of endings well enough, so I won't waste any more time describing it. "Typically that act is reserved for beasts, do you mean to treat your fellow as such?"

"But are there not better sources of such needs?"

None are as… plentifully available or as easy to… harvest…

"Hm. I suppose that might be true enough, but is this not something reserved for when you are merely surviving? Given where we are, I find it hard to believe that you couldn't leave such a state."

"Thriving in a state of survival is still no such state of truly living."

This state is… a choice of Poppies… not simple survival…

"Choice or not, it is still simple survival."

"Is that so? The ability to choose surviving over living does not elevate one above the survival of beasts. It seems to me that you are merely a beast whom speaks." Ash pauses, but merely briefly. Long enough to not overwhelm Poppied with a non-stop monologue, but not long enough for Poppies to properly respond. "I've no quarrel with you, Poppies, but it is odd for a beast to be in such denial. I have no interest in stopping you, although I would prefer to put the poor sod into their after before you start. It is mildly harder when the life is fractured."

Poppies continues skulking through the shadows until coming upon a person lying motionless on the floor. They're not dead yet but are close enough to it to be beyond help, as is evident from the pool of blood leaking from their mouth.

Ash doesn't react to this, beyond stopping and raising an eyebrow as to what poppies plans to do with it.

The moment that life leaves the body, Poppies pulls out a knife and moves toward it.

Ash finally speaks, and Poppies assumably knows the voice of endings well enough, so I won't waste any more time describing it. "Typically that act is reserved for beasts, do you mean to treat your fellow as such?"

"But are there not better sources of such needs?"

None are as… plentifully available or as easy to… harvest…

"Hm. I suppose that might be true enough, but is this not something reserved for when you are merely surviving? Given where we are, I find it hard to believe that you couldn't leave such a state."

"Thriving in a state of survival is still no such state of truly living."

This state is… a choice of Poppies… not simple survival…

"Choice or not, it is still simple survival."

Poppies continues skulking through the shadows until coming upon a person lying motionless on the floor. They're not dead yet but are close enough to it to be beyond help, as is evident from the pool of blood leaking from their mouth.

Ash doesn't react to this, beyond stopping and raising an eyebrow as to what poppies plans to do with it.

The moment that life leaves the body, Poppies pulls out a knife and moves toward it.

Ash finally speaks, and Poppies assumably knows the voice of endings well enough, so I won't waste any more time describing it. "Typically that act is reserved for beasts, do you mean to treat your fellow as such?"

"But are there not better sources of such needs?"

None are as… plentifully available or as easy to… harvest…

"Hm. I suppose that might be true enough, but is this not something reserved for when you are merely surviving? Given where we are, I find it hard to believe that you couldn't leave such a state."

"Thriving in a state of survival is still no such state of truly living."

This state is… a choice of Poppies… not simple survival…

Poppies continues skulking through the shadows until coming upon a person lying motionless on the floor. They're not dead yet but are close enough to it to be beyond help, as is evident from the pool of blood leaking from their mouth.

Ash doesn't react to this, beyond stopping and raising an eyebrow as to what poppies plans to do with it.

The moment that life leaves the body, Poppies pulls out a knife and moves toward it.

Ash finally speaks, and Poppies assumably knows the voice of endings well enough, so I won't waste any more time describing it. "Typically that act is reserved for beasts, do you mean to treat your fellow as such?"

"But are there not better sources of such needs?"

None are as… plentifully available or as easy to… harvest…

"Hm. I suppose that might be true enough, but is this not something reserved for when you are merely surviving? Given where we are, I find it hard to believe that you couldn't leave such a state."

Poppies continues skulking through the shadows until coming upon a person lying motionless on the floor. They're not dead yet but are close enough to it to be beyond help, as is evident from the pool of blood leaking from their mouth.

Ash doesn't react to this, beyond stopping and raising an eyebrow as to what poppies plans to do with it.

The moment that life leaves the body, Poppies pulls out a knife and moves toward it.

Ash finally speaks, and Poppies assumably knows the voice of endings well enough, so I won't waste any more time describing it. "Typically that act is reserved for beasts, do you mean to treat your fellow as such?"

"But are there not better sources of such needs?"

None are as… plentifully available or as easy to… harvest…

Poppies continues skulking through the shadows until coming upon a person lying motionless on the floor. They're not dead yet but are close enough to it to be beyond help, as is evident from the pool of blood leaking from their mouth.

Ash doesn't react to this, beyond stopping and raising an eyebrow as to what poppies plans to do with it.

The moment that life leaves the body, Poppies pulls out a knife and moves toward it.

Ash finally speaks, and Poppies assumably knows the voice of endings well enough, so I won't waste any more time describing it. "Typically that act is reserved for beasts, do you mean to treat your fellow as such?"

Poppies continues skulking through the shadows until coming upon a person lying motionless on the floor. They're not dead yet but are close enough to it to be beyond help, as is evident from the pool of blood leaking from their mouth.

Ash doesn't react to this, beyond stopping and raising an eyebrow as to what poppies plans to do with it.

The moment that life leaves the body, Poppies pulls out a knife and moves toward it.

Poppies continues skulking through the shadows until coming upon a person lying motionless on the floor. They're not dead yet but are close enough to it to be beyond help, as is evident from the pool of blood leaking from their mouth.