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JADE: hello! JADE: ummmmmm JADE: jade? JADE: can you talk? JADESPRITE: i…

Well, this is a first, isn't it?

A Dream Self is never meant to converse with its realsona. After all, there's only supposed to be one person in the equation. For hundreds of pages, I've been wondering what would happen if one was prototyped - and the answer seems to be that the Jade equation now contains two souls, not one. They're two independent incarnations of Jade, coexisting in the same space for the first time ever.

How similar are they, I wonder? Presumably Jadesprite's memory cuts off after the end of Descend, so she's essentially a version of Jade from hours in the past. From now on, they'll continue to diverge from each other as they experience different lives. Just like with Dave and Davesprite, these girls are now siblings, not 'sonas.

JADESPRITE: what did you do…

...uh oh.

In all my excitement, I forgot about a rather important facet of this situation.

JADESPRITE: WHAT DID YOU DO??????

Jadesprite's a First Guardian now.

This isn't something any human is prepared to handle. It's godhood, but not the safe, Sburb-approved kind that comes from a Quest Bed. It's raw, unfiltered power, knowledge beyond comprehension, and absolute control of distance itself.

What does that do to a person?

We've been playing fast and loose with Sburb's rules for too long.

Eventually, we were bound to cross a couple of wires that should never have been allowed to touch.

Looks like Gamzee's getting bored. At least we know he survives until the end of the countdown...

...wait. That's not paint, is it? That's Gamzee's blood.

Belona 

nin vento

e pedras que escoitan a dor estou aí onde a luz é ruído soño de muros agachados achegándose aí á repetición de mans e silencios

outros berros os sons de estar morrendo oíndo o pánico da guerra o tremor da soidade vexo o insecto da ameaza e o rigor da mentira porta ante a que chego navegando mentres o mar sécase

mans sen xesto pisadas e berro agora entre os puñais luz oscilante das balas e as súas sombras de sangue como frío de recordos indefensos aínda seguimos aquí

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Daily Reco Entry 3213: Tuesday, July 02, 2019, PM