Incredible, Norman says, and Beat hesitates. Because not a lot of people would agree. He's heard more anger about it, than happiness. Even from other Fourth followers. Marco cowering in a cave. Reira stepping away. Josh getting shocked because he's trying to help others to avoid it all.
His exhale is shaky and he tucks his little stick back against the phone. Then pops it off again. Then tucks it back. A nervous fidget. "It," he starts, then stops. Pop. Tuck. "It took months, yo. I didn't tell anyone, cause I wasn't sure." Who would stop him, who would tell someone who shouldn't know, who to trust. Plus he legit just forgot some people, so wrapped up in the feeling of helping his friend out.
"Lotsa peeps angry 'bout it, too." The last bit is said even quieter, and Beat tucks his knees up further, like he's trying to make himself smaller. "I like Felfri, yo. Yeah the cams everywhere kinda weird, like hey perve quit it, but. Ain't no one needed to eat peeps, ain't in pain cuz we been forced into new weird ass shapes. I almost forgot what I looked like, you know?"
"It's alright, kiddo," Norman says, pushing back against him a little in a reassuring nudge. "You were trying to innovate, to help people. You just... didn't think about the choice factor, and that's what people get the most upset about. They didn't have the option to choose this over Ryslig. But you're young yet, you're impulsive, that sort of thing happens."
He sighs. "Hell, it happens even when you're older. Reira had to get me back down to Earth a little myself, the other day..."
That was the biggest thing. Choice. No one liked it when the Fog did it, why would it be any better with Elias doing it. But... Elias - E+L - whoever it is, isn't doing it to force people to be pawns. They're not turning into monsters and devouring humans. All they have to do is relax and have fun. Be Happy.
It makes him sigh a little, leaning his head back to rest it on Norman, turning his gaze a little to the side at him, curious. "What happened?" The words are a little clipped at the end as he realizes that, maybe, Norman doesn't want to talk about it. "Uh," he hastily adds, "if you wanna talk 'but it. If not, s'cool. Shit happens, ya know?"
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30/10/22 00:38 (UTC)His exhale is shaky and he tucks his little stick back against the phone. Then pops it off again. Then tucks it back. A nervous fidget. "It," he starts, then stops. Pop. Tuck. "It took months, yo. I didn't tell anyone, cause I wasn't sure." Who would stop him, who would tell someone who shouldn't know, who to trust. Plus he legit just forgot some people, so wrapped up in the feeling of helping his friend out.
"Lotsa peeps angry 'bout it, too." The last bit is said even quieter, and Beat tucks his knees up further, like he's trying to make himself smaller. "I like Felfri, yo. Yeah the cams everywhere kinda weird, like hey perve quit it, but. Ain't no one needed to eat peeps, ain't in pain cuz we been forced into new weird ass shapes. I almost forgot what I looked like, you know?"
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31/10/22 12:59 (UTC)He sighs. "Hell, it happens even when you're older. Reira had to get me back down to Earth a little myself, the other day..."
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7/11/22 04:26 (UTC)It makes him sigh a little, leaning his head back to rest it on Norman, turning his gaze a little to the side at him, curious. "What happened?" The words are a little clipped at the end as he realizes that, maybe, Norman doesn't want to talk about it. "Uh," he hastily adds, "if you wanna talk 'but it. If not, s'cool. Shit happens, ya know?"