But I'm going to do it anyway.

Chaste ◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌ Lustful Energetic ◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌ Lazy Forgiving ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌● Vengeful Generous ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌ Selfish Honest ◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌ Deceitful Just ◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌ Arbitrary Merciful ◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌ Cruel Modest ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌ Proud Prudent ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌ Reckless Temperate ◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌ Indulgent Trusting ◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌ Suspicious Valorous ◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌ Cowardly

And so it presented itself at last, once the other’s tangent ended, and once he made very clear that something strange was most certainly amiss.

He was right - his notebook never seemed to run out of pages, not only that but despite the constant flow of time he had never felt hungry or tired. There was a lack of progression, of being, that gnawed at the back of his mind.

That itching that resumed and persisted whenever Ruvik was too close.

It was like static in his vision, blurring everything until it was no longer recognizable.

Joseph’s brows furrowed, pulling together as he frowned. 

"Is that because you’re manifesting more?" His reference to Freud had to be significant and Joseph scribbled it down. The script sloppy and tearing over notes he had written prior to Ruvik’s appearance without his eyes leaving the other for a moment.

"How much control do you have exactly?"

Curiosity killed the cat.

Curiosity might have the cat dissected, made into a science experiment.

In fact, such thoughts turned over in his head, made small puzzles he already wanted to unravel. But those? Those could wait. Instead, pale eyes lowered to Joseph once more.

“I control everything. I control the weather, the rooms. Their locations. What's in them. Everything. Consider this, Joseph, an exceptionally elaborate dream. It's lucid and, unless I directly intervene, you can control your own actions perfectly.”

And for a moment, Ruvik was terribly curious about just how smart Joseph Oda was. What kind of thoughts turned themselves over in the man's head, hm..?

There was a sharpening of his smile, the sort of expression that suggested he was – perhaps had never been- up to no good.