pc catchall | homophonic | netzach

[metacognition]

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      OBLOMOV.      

oblomov.
netzach.

❝ Now or never! 'To be or not to be!'"—Oblomov raised himself from his chair a little, but failing to find his slippers with his feet at once, sat down again. ❞

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[metacognition]

Hoped for what, exactly?

[ fei du smiles. his emotions are just a void. he's holding the little egg he had at trial in his hands. ]

[abstractart]

...that what I was thinking was wrong again.

[the void is kind of nice, actually, thanks for this.]

[metacognition]

[ :') yeah! it's great! :') ]

No. You were correct on every count.

[abstractart]

I didn't-

[fuck. there's a bit of something that's not... really frustrated so much as a little helpless, when he pauses.]

...I don't know what to say, I guess.

[metacognition]

[ he huffs a laugh, quiet. there's a flicker in his own emotions, in that dark void, but it's something... sad.

after a long pause. ]

...In the end, I'd hoped to trick you all. Once it became obvious that the walls were closing in.

[abstractart]

...yeah. It seemed like it. I didn't really get it, since you're on the same team, but...

I feel like I might do the same thing in your place, too.

[metacognition]

I wish it had been me. Not her.

[ he says, eventually - short, less elegant than usual. almost brusque. ]

[abstractart]

-I wouldn't want it to be you, either, but- yeah. I get it.

[he'd want it to be him, too, over yuzu or zelda.]

[metacognition]

...Really, she ruined my plan, a bit. I'm not surprised.

[ there's a slight fond vibe there. his emotions are kind of dead inside but its still there. ] I was hoping that she wouldn't confess at all, and the blame could continue to lay on me.

[abstractart]

She... seems like the type to do that.

[there's something a little fond on his end too, in answer, though it also hurts a bit to feel.]

Reminds me a lot of someone I used to know.

[metacognition]

A friend from home?

[abstractart]

Yeah. Head of our research team.

[the feelings there, mentioning that person, are just a blend of grief, something a little nostalgic, and quiet, soft warmth. maybe love, if you look at it hard enough. he tries to sort of stifle it, but he's not very good at that.]

They're kinda similar, I think. I... wanted to keep getting to know her.