#*bangs table*

he comes back and they’re either all completely dead, or living the luxe life with new plant pots and even a new friend. he gets ethans plants a gf and she gets a pink plant pot😭

-💨

oh peter DEF takes care of them, he even texts ethan constantly bc it's stressing him out so much.

'is this overwatered??? it looks all limp.'

'no. looks the same.'

'ok. good. how about this one??? you said NO water, right??'

'looks great.'

and yes. peter gets him another one, maybe one to match the small one on his desk. pink pot included. when ethan returns he's very amused.

'something tells me this wasn't your idea.'

'it wasn't.'

'thank your girlfriend for me.'

It sees the world it left to grow and all of the life within it, around it, beside it. (There's so much life in so many different shapes, it's world has grown so much) It asks every spark it's question and listens close to every answer. It hears silence from some, tainted with wonder or terror, awed exclamations from those that seem familiar to it, questioning probes from others taken by surprise, and a thousand thousand others. But while it is collecting these answers it notices something strange, a different silence, one unlike any other. It looks and sees the small group of souls that are the root of this odd silence and realizes that not only are they quiet but they are looking back at it, watching and observing as closely as it is them.

It looks them in the eyes (as much as it is able) and is struck with the understanding in their gazes. It takes them, quickly, quietly, gently, and brings them closer to itself and repeats it's question, "What am I?". Instead of answering they ask in turn, wanting to know what led to this question and why it wants to know. It tells them, halfway out of a desperate need for understanding, about before. The time spent drifting, the lonely rock, the need to have something, someone, see it so it can better understand itself, giving life to the rock, and waiting for it to grow. To now, it's emergence and the intristic need to know the answer to it's question "What Am I?".

The souls pause, considering, and then they begin to speak. It is not what the Luxon is expecting, they speak on the history of the world, not in extreme detail, but still they tell of the continents, the gods, the wars, the civilizations that have existed on this planet, and they tell the Luxon their home's name, Exandria. Then the souls begin to tell of their lives, their adventures and it notices something. These souls, this motley group of seven, are more...? they are not seven they are fourteen, twenty one, so many more in number than they seem but at the same time singularly seven, all woven together with the same thread into a tapestry of their tales. They tell of their triumphs and failures, their moments of anger and ones of joy, of the people they've met and the places they've seen, of the world they've explored and saved countless times over, of the wonders and terrors to be found within. They speak of each other, families found and made, of love and heartbreak, of life and too cruel death.

The Luxon is confused. It is interested in their stories but they surely are irrelevant to the answer it is seeking, it would like to hear all of their tales and more but first it needs an answer and it asks again, almost pleading, "What am I?"

The souls pause once more and consider it, looking with their knowing gazes. And they say "Haven't you been listening or paying attention? We are telling you what you are. You believe a being is at least somewhat shaped and defined by how it is perceived and assumed to be, we know that one is also defined by what it creates, what it changes and leaves behind. You made this world out of loneliness and want of a mirror of sorts. Encouraged it to grow until it could see. So we tell you now, you are possibility, probability, everything that might happen will happen or won't happen. You are anything and everything, capable of shaping yourself and existence to your whim. You are the world you created and the life you left behind."

"A being cannot be wholly defined by those outside of it but we see you and know with absolute certainty, you are one of us."