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" do you hear that .ᐣ
no . you don't . there is nothing left to hear other than our voices . talking to everyone and giving them reassurance is helping . so don't worry about it . "
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...This might be a dumb idea, but--My head is a computer monitor. Do you think you could run code on my head if you had a keyboard?
[His tail, modeled after a computer mouse is pulled on anxiously, paws clicking the buttons and messing with the scroll wheel.]
ᅠᅠ— scratch. I couldn't tell you how realistic that is. It's been... a long time since I've done anything like this.
But without his code the whole realm will fall apart sooner or later. It's built upon it."
I shouldn't have even put the headset on. Sure, I would have really suffered if I was outside of this, but now... my ideal reality is falling apart, and we're all going to linger in the void forever! Haaaaa!
[Pulling his chord-like hair in pure unabashed anxiety.]
[ @AbstractJumble ]
([BGM: "Beautiful, But Wrong" from LOOK OUTSIDE.])
[He's quietly scrunched up onto what's left of the digital couch in the lounge, back facing everything. While Caine had showed everyone their insecurities... he had shown Thimble the truth. And it *HURT.*]
... I feared the truth, and that's exactly what he showed me.
[He's still a bit shaken from the experience, obvious by the blankness of his monitor, which he has to keep slapping the side of to keep the screen working.]
No, don't worry about it. We're all a bit scrambled at this point, some more than others. I promise you're alright.
[He is quick to reassure the chess piece, gently letting go of Kinger's hand as well.]
Unfortunately, I feel that I am very useless in a situation such as this.
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" i'm sorry it didn't happen before . "
letting go of the others hand . staring for a moment .
" if i wasn't so brainless , i would have gone to you when you arrived . "
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[Trying to use whatever he can find to make a small grave for Caine. Stacking corrupt block PNGs on top of each other to represent a grave marker. He doesn't know how long it'll last, nor will how long THEY'LL last in here, but, even still, Thimble takes time to do this.]
[The boy is a little shaken up, well, "a little" is an understatement, for sure; but he turns to shake Kinger's gloved hand with care and compassion behind his movements. It is strange how that can be conveyed digitally.]
Thimble. . .I wish we met in--better times.
How would we go about doing that? [The boy asks. He has more experience with cleaning hardware, rather than doing anything with software. He feels... very useless, not going to lie.]
Well, you did say-- we could manifest stuff, right?
ᅠᅠ"If I had to guess, the initial collapse is stronger than the slow decay that will follow. Though, that still only gives us... weeks at best. Days... hours... more likely.
Maybe we can patch things up temporarily to buy more time...?"
He trails off into thought.
Mm.. I know. It's-- just-- how much time do we have???
Even that is an unanswerable question. . .
[He's twitching. Like all his anxiety and fear had completely changed to energy.]
ᅠᅠ"No need to twist the truth, little friend," he said truthfully, his head rose to look at the smaller player.
"I'm sure there's a way to fix things. There 𝘩𝘢𝘴 to be. But for now, it's probably best to sit still and... well, not rush things again."
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