Say you remember
Hm. I don't know. I don't know at all... You could just be trying to trick me. There are so many untrustworthy souls... Leave me. I need to think. I need to remember who I am...
Diplomats dialogue
I approach the lost Traveller. Their skin is translucent, as if they were not truly there...
You. I've seen you before, I'd swear it. Do you remember me? You don't, do you? Perhaps you're not even the same as you once were. All of us, we're shifting, bleeding in and out of worlds...
The Traveller looks at me, imploring, hopeful...
Hm. I don't know. I don't know at all... You could just be trying to trick me. There are so many untrustworthy souls... Leave me. I need to think. I need to remember who I am...
That's alright... sometimes we have different names. Sometimes different faces. The ATLAS, it endlessly reconfigures, distilling everything that has ever been. Here, take this. Perhaps it might help you. You gave it to me, long ago.
Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.
I can't lie. Nothing can, if everything exists, if everything is possible. Everything is true... Doesn't that fill you with horror?
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