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“Question? Ah, that.” Romulus smiled, acting as if he had forgotten about it. He used his free hand to pinch Logan’s cheek. “Peasants are nothing more than toys that a king can push around as he likes and a new toy is always going to be entertaining! Finding every way it works until you get bored of it and toss it away for something new. That’s their purpose, isn’t it?”

Romulus took a step back, wiping his hands on his clothes. He seemed satisfied with Logan’s response to his question. “Well, you’ve proven your worth. You like Roman therefore hurting you will be a pleasure for me,” he said nonchalantly. “It’ll hurt Roman too. It’s like killing two doves with a single stone, figuratively and quite literally. Though, we’ll have to wait for Roman to mentally return from his adventure so why don’t I tell you a story until then?”

Logan very nearly reacted impulsively as Romulus threatened Roman, but knew it would do no good, so he stayed quiet.

“No offense, your majesty, but I’ve never had the attention span necessary for stories,” he said. “But I can try, if that’s what you wish.”

‘Okay. So. There is a list of things that I need to do. I need to find a way to help Roman. That’s the obvious one, and what I should be the most focused on. But I should warn the others, too. Especially Remus, as unfortunate as that is. He might be a target for Romulus, and if he’s the only one representing creativity at the moment, that won’t end well,’ Logan thought to himself, waiting for Romulus to turn around so he could pull out his phone and text a quick warning to the others.

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“You all seem to enjoy using human names, although ‘your majesty’ does have a nice ring to it.” Romulus chuckled at the thought of being called ‘lord’ or ‘majesty’. “Do you think the others would be more willing to call me that? Surely Patton would be willing to, of course if he believed I was truly Roman.”

It was clear that Romulus was ignoring what Logan had said. He wasn’t going to blatantly admit it after all. Instead, he learned forward and grabbed the Logan by the chin. His expression became blank as he stared at the other. He just wanted to see Logan’s expressions and reactions, what he could poke to setoff Logic. Give in or rebel, either would work for Romulus.

“Tell me, Logic,” he started. “what has you so keen on wanting to ‘fix’ Roman? What part of him is ‘broken’ to you? I can break it more if you’d like.”

Logan stared back at Romulus, careful not to give anything away in his expression. “Human names are simply a way for us to express ourselves more fully. I do not represent just logic, therefore it is illogical to call me logic. Patton and Virgil have never once called Roman anything relating to his title, save for ‘Princey’. I doubt they would start now, simply because you asked them to.”

Logan quirked an eyebrow, but let Romulus continue to hold his chin in place. “Roman is the closest thing I have to a best friend. While he may not be ‘broken’ as you put it, there is something plaguing him. You are evidence enough of that. I would prefer you to resist harming Roman, both because I dislike the idea of him being in danger and because it would simply be harming yourself.

“But I have no real control over you, so the decision is ultimately your own. Although I’m still curious as to why you seem so fond of me. You haven’t answered that question.”

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“You should be glad Roman likes you despite your differences,” he said, gently brushing his hands through Logan’s hair. “But I don’t.” As he said that, he roughly grabbed onto a lock of Logan’s hair, pulling it to the side. “Don’t get the wrong idea, Logic, I never said I was your friend. You’re merely a peasant to me.”

Once he got his point across, he let go of Logan’s hair. Unlike Roman, his pride was cruel and unforgiving. He had zero regards to how he was treating Logan, merely treating him as a plaything rather than a person.

“If you wish to call me by a name that isn’t the same as Creativity, you may call me ‘Romulus’.”

Logan gasped in pain, turning his head with the grip to keep Romulus from tearing his hair from the root.

“And here I thought you’d be wanting me to call you ‘your majesty’,” he snarked after Romulus let go of his hair. “And I’m hardly merely a peasant to you, or you wouldn’t be bothering with me. I think that somewhere, you find me entertaining enough to be kept around.”

Logan’s mind immediately flooded with the implications of the King choosing the name ‘Romulus’. Of course, there had always been those sorts of implications with Roman and Remus. But this was more blatant. Was Remus in danger?

Of course, the whole family was like this. The Creativity before Roman and Remus had chosen Faustulus, after the man who raised Romulus and Remus to adulthood- which had influenced Roman and Remus’ name choice.

But if this Romulus was just Pride, did that mean that Remus represented all of Thomas’ creativity now? Oh, dear. This was shaping up to be even worse than Logan suspected...

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“You need him?” he questioned, brow raising in confusion. “Then you should’ve tried harder, Logic! The lowly prince has left on an adventure in his safe place. You can’t honestly expect him to hear you anymore. You’re quite the loyal ‘friend’ to him, but how far will your loyalty go?”

“Did you know? I wasn’t controlling him, I was only showing him what his true feelings are. What Roman says and what he truly wants are… conflicted. And I wondered, why? Why would he want to be a prince again? I gave him everything he needed to be a king: the confidence, the kingdom, the pride. But he rejected it after deciding on his own that’d he’d be the brand new king.”

“But enough about him! A new king has arrived to take his place.”

“I am and always will be his- your friend,” Logan said, glaring slightly. “Whether you think of yourself as a king or a prince; Creativity or Pride; Roman or you.”

Logan stepped closer to him, trying to appear significantly more confident than he appeared. “This mindset is a virus, and I’ll find the cure. It takes more than a kingdom and confidence to be a king, and this version of you is no king. You do not deserve the loyalty of your people.

“But I promised you mine. And if this is what you are, then I’ll follow you.” ‘And fix you in the shadows,’ Logan thought, but didn’t voice.

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Roman looked down at the ground, his hair covering his teary eyes. Everything Logan said only sounded hollow to him. Well there was a clear distance between them now. Seeing it only made him ache.

“So that’s how it is,” he muttered. Roman’s mouth quivered into a smile as he looked up at Logan. “Calming down isn’t an option anymore. You were all talk in the end! We’ll do the same song and dance, again and again! It’ll end here.”

After going silent, a chuckle left his mouth. The voice was no longer his own, but instead the same cold voice from before. He ran his hand through his hair, smirking towards Logan.

“Long live the king.”

“Roman, this is not ‘all talk’! I’m your friend, and I’m trying to help you, please,” Logan pleaded, reaching for his friend desperately. “Roman, you know what this is! Don’t let it get inside your head, please!”

Panic filled Logan’s body like jewels filled a dragon’s cave- heavy and overwhelming. His heart beat painfully against his ribcage and his mind raced, desperate to find a way to fix this. But it came up blank. How was he supposed to do this without Roman’s help? He didn’t know jack-shit about how to help someone be themselves and even less on how to deal with change! This was all Roman’s department! Or Patton’s, but Logan had promised he wouldn’t tell anyone else. And he was determined to keep that promise.

“Roman, please,” he said softly. “We need you. I need you.”

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Roman grit his teeth. “How would I know, Logan?!” he snapped. “You speak less about how you feel than I do, but at least everyone makes the effort to listen you and everything you offer to the discussion. ‘It’s too dangerous’, ‘It’s wrong’, ‘It’s illogical’. Can you really blame someone for being mad over that?!”

At this point, Roman would have backed off from the guilt, but he stood his ground. The anger within him was more powerful than his guilt. Rather, the anger of someone else was more powerful than him.

“If it’s Thomas’s hopes and dreams, I should be able to help make it become a reality! All of you let him miss his chances of opportunities all the times! For what? Him to feel bad over missing his once in a life chance at something he loves?”

“Just because I do not speak openly about my emotions doesn’t mean I don’t have any. As you have stated, you do not speak openly about your negative emotions, yet it is never assumed that you do not have them. And the others listen to me when they are forced to, or they are desperate for a solution.

“You are a member of their family, just because you may not see eye-to-eye on certain things doesn’t mean that you are not loved or wanted. And if that last comment is about the audition, then I know that you know that I wish we had gone to the audition. Thomas’ work is as important to me as it is to you, no matter what it is.”

Logan stepped back again, putting more distance between himself and Roman. “Roman, you are not the only one who is hurt by Patton’s actions towards the audition, just as you are not the only one who struggles with your ego, or your self-worth. Please, listen to me, Roman, I can help you, but you need to calm down.”

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two large ceramic vases I handbuilt and painted

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ncquitiae

“What?! I don’t have a ‘large ego’!” Roman shouted in defense. “It’s completely fine!”

Roman moved away from Logan, annoyed beyond other things. He ran his hands through his hair and let out a sigh of frustration. “Geez, it’s been like this all day,” he muttered in a low tone, audible enough for Logan to hear. ”Whether it’s intentional or not, can’t I just have one day without feeling like you’re all criticizing me for being me? I know you mean well, Logan, but can’t you at least consider how I feel before speaking?”

The creative side fell silent for a moment. He smirked and looked back at Logan, the glowing red eyes returning. “Or are you truly that incapable of having feelings, Teach?”

“I-” Logan paused, stepping back slightly. “Roman, that’s very hurtful of you to say. You know that isn’t true.”

“And I didn’t mean to criticize you for being you,” he said. “There is nothing wrong with having an ego, we all do. But yours can be a bit overwhelming sometimes. Mine can do the same thing, it’s something both of us need to work on. But right now, yours is dangerous.”

Logan frowned and more and hugged himself slightly. He knew, logically, that Roman thought that way. Everyone did. But it didn’t make it hurt any less for him to hear Roman say it aloud.

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“You make it sound like it’s so simple” he muttered. His eyes avoiding Logan’s entirely. “Virgil already ducked out on me and I’m sure he convinced Patton more than he did you. After all, they seem to understand each other, not that it’s a bad thing.”

“But I trust that you’ll find a fix. Even if you don’t know something immediately, you always manage to find the information eventually! That’s your job after all, to know things. Mine’s just help Thomas with ideas and be there to give him that confidence to take the leap of faith towards him dreams, even when he doesn’t actually pursue them…  Anyways, I just hope we don’t find a fix by the time it’s too late, you know?”

“You’re more than just someone for Thomas to bounce ideas off of,” Logan said, nudging Roman. “You’re incredibly important, to Thomas and to me.”

Logan flushed faintly, realizing what he said. “I mean. Us. The other sides, you know? Yeah.” 

Logan cleared his throat. “Anyway, I already have a plan. I hate to say it, but you have a rather large ego. It may be affecting your pride to the point of making it grow exponentially larger than is healthy. So we just need to work on your ego. Of course, you can still be proud and love yourself - I would never have you not do either of those things - but there are ways to make your ego smaller while still having self-respect.”

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Flower Based RP Starters

* (Slams book of flower meanings on table) You need to study this if you want to become a florist!

* …..That bouquet of yours has really mixed feelings… I can’t tell if you love me or hate my guts!

* That’s a beautiful bouquet! 

* What meaning does (Specify flower) have?

* Why don’t you give them a broach / pendent of a (Specify flower) it means (Specify meaning of said flower), It’s a perfect gift for them!

* I hate the smell of (Specify flower)!

* I absolutely love how fragrant these flowers are! 

* I prefer artificial ones myself…At least then they don’t make ya sneeze when ya sniff them.

* Soooo….I was wondering if you would be up for making flower arrangements for my (Specify event e.g. wedding, party ect.)?

* Your arrangements are always so spot on! 

* Can you teach me how to make the perfect bouquet? Preferably sometime before Valentines day would be nice.

* Memorizing every damn flower’s meaning is a pain in the butt! Remind me why I work in a florist again!?

* Well…I find it therapeutic…It’s calming being surrounded by flowers.

* Yes I’m talking to the flowers and no I’m not going to stop.

* Are you….Talking to them?….THEY’RE FLOWERS!

* Hmmm…I think maybe you should add a (Specify flower), I think it’d be a nice touch.

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Manhandling symbol starters

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Add as much or as little context as you’d like!

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ncquitiae

Roman ran his hand through his hair. He sighed, trying to process well, everything. He barely understood it. In fact, the situation seemed to have gotten worse to him. His pride was becoming a separate aspect of him rather than splitting? Even as Creativity, he barely got it.

“Okay, if everything you’re saying is true, then what? How do we fix it? Fix me?” Roman scratched his head. He was becoming more frustrated. “I want to be just me! The prince that enjoys Disney movies and creating things for fun. I’m not someone that harms his friends!”

A realization hit him. What if it couldn’t be fixed? What if he was stuck like this, switching between his kind and friend self to a selfish and uncaring version of him? Would Thomas stop believing in him? Would everyone just hate him?

His insecurities were getting the best of him at the worst time.

Roman grabbed onto Logan’s arms, rather tightly by accident. “Logan, this can be fixed, right?” he asked, voice shaking slightly. He need something to latch him to reality. Nothing was like that in the Imagination. If he didn’t like something, he could just make it disappear, ignore it, and do something else. But this wasn’t one of his creations and he needed Logan to be his anchor to reality. The proof that this was real.

Logan easily hid a wince at how tight Roman’s grip was. After all, physical pain was easy to ignore, but the pain and fear in his friend’s eyes was more painful than any grip could ever be.

“Roman, it’s okay to be scared,” Logan said. “And it’s okay to worry. But you’ll always be you, and we’ll always be your friends. I’ll protect you- from yourself, or from anyone else that tries to harm you, just like I’ll protect the others.

“I don’t know how to fix it at this moment, but I will figure it out. I will do everything I can to fix this, Roman, I swear it. And I’ll stay by your side no matter what.” Logan reached up and held Roman’s face between his hands, gently pressing their foreheads together.

“I swear to you, Roman. We will fix this, and I’ll be by your side the entire time. I’m your friend, no matter what.”

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macabresides

virgil wanted to reassure logan that he was fine, but he was a bit preoccupied with trying to calm himself down while still trying to keep an eye on remus.

the side in question grinned, wide and awful, eyes unblinking as he suddenly jolted forward — plunging the knife into logan’s back, right between the shoulder blades. “ i don’t take too kindly to being ignored, teach. ” his voice was cold, cruel, sending a chill down virgil’s spine.

virgil knew that logan, out of all of them, was the least affected by remus’ bullshit, but that didn’t stop the panic. teetering between fight and flight, he finally stepped forward and shoved remus away, baring his teeth in a facsimile of a smile. “ get the hell out of here, and don’t lay your dirty hands on any of the others again. ”

remus pouted. “ at least let me have my knife back! ”

“How crude,” Logan sighed, reaching behind himself and pulling out the knife. “But not surprising. No wonder you’re a duke and not a prince- you can hardly conduct yourself in front of polite society.” Logan grimaced in pain, glad his back was still turned to the duke as he waved the wound away. 

‘That will be painful for a while,’ he thought. It had always been a secret that Logan did genuinely feel the pain of Remus’ injuries, even after they’ve been waved away, so there was no point in telling anyone now.

Logan turned around and rolled his eyes. “If you want to keep your knife, then I suggest not stabbing people with it,” he said, speaking as if he was explaining this to a child. “We should take care of the things we like, so we don’t lose them.” He gently scraped the blade against his finger. “And use an actually sharp knife, next time. Cutting is ever so much easier than tearing- although I doubt a troglodyte such as yourself would notice the difference in quality.”

Logan then turned to Virgil, concern for his friend etched over his face. “Virgil, it’s okay. Calm down, we’re okay,” he muttered, gently placing a hand on Virgil’s shoulder.

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Roman was practically being impatient, though he was never one to be patient in the first place. “You know I can’t promise that I can given literally everything that has happened today, but I’ll try to. I definitely will. So whatever it is, you have tell me, Logan.”

“So. Do you remember before you and Remus split up? Probably not, we were all pretty young, and you didn’t technically exist. Point is, King would have outbursts like this. Ones that would correspond to either you or Remus, in the days leading up to him splitting.

“Now, I don’t think you’re about to split apart to make two new sides, don’t misinterpret it. But you’ve always represented Thomas’ pride along with other things. So it makes sense that you would have another part of you. We all have other parts of us. I mean, I used to be curiosity, and I still hold part of that inside of me. But this is more extreme. This is like the part of you that represents pride is becoming a separate aspect, without ever actually splitting away.”

“I mean, it’s happened before. It’s kind of what happened with King before he split. And it’s nothing dangerous to you, really. It just means that you’ve been distancing yourself from that part of you for too long- like what Thomas does with Remus and Deceit, but on a much smaller scale since we aren’t a full human.”

Logan took a deep breath, looking at Roman and waiting for his reaction to the explanation.

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✴    QUEER    EYE    SENTENCE   PROMPTS   !   

*  A MIXTURE OF QUEER EYE PROMPTS , TAKEN FROM SEASON 1 , CHANGE PRONOUNS AS YOU WISH .

❝ God forbid you drink something at [Name]’s place.. ❞

❝ You put a living room where the crack den used to be!  ❞

❝ I see straight people! ❞

❝ It’s 1984. They want their decorations back. ❞

❝ My God, it’s like a Toys-R-Us crack den. ❞

❝ Aww, pearl earrings to go with my pearl necklace! ❞

❝ I need a ritalin smoothie to remember all this. ❞

❝ I thought they would have made you into some corporate yuppie type.❞

❝ Where’d you get this shirt? ❞

❝ Don’t use that kind of language around me. ❞

❝ See? Everything is better in cashmere. ❞

❝ Can I call you my bitch? ❞

❝ Can I put my clothes back on? ❞

❝ Are you guys going to be offended if you come back and it’s like… ❞

❝ What are the other three guys doing back at my house?  ❞

❝ I was just thinking about something. .  ❞

❝ Wow, maybe back up singing isn’t such a bad gig after all. ❞

❝ You only have two pairs of pants! ❞

❝ I was like, “Who’s the homeless guy stealing the camera?” ❞

❝ You don’t have a complete inventory of all your couture? ❞

❝ You look like Ben and Jerry Affleck. ❞

❝ What’s this, your dreamcatcher? ❞

❝ Your boyfriend is working on my last gay nerve. ❞

❝ I could get any gay man to cuff me any day of the week.  ❞

❝ Now turn, turn, turn to the camera. What were you doing? ❞

❝ The vagina is leaving the building. ❞

❝ Do you know what the magic word is? ❞

❝ You know what, we’re laying in a random guy’s bed.. ❞

❝ That’s gonna shut the party down like a bad ferris wheel.  ❞

❝ I think you’ll find it’s a better investment in the long run. ❞

❝ I know all about good blow jobs, and this isn’t it. ❞

❝ No, it was a shithole. Can you say that? Shithole? ❞

❝ Who’s that much of an idiot that they need a whole guide to beer? ❞

❝ Life is to short to drink cheap booze. ❞

❝ One straight man, that’s all it takes, just one dirty straight man. ❞

❝ I’m feeling my inner Pochantas. ❞

❝ He’s neurotic and needy. God he’s like everyone I date! ❞

❝ You could put a harness in here. Good times. ❞

❝ I think he’s got something he’s not telling you. ❞

❝ These shoes won’t make me gay? ❞

❝ Who says there are no gays in the military? Someone designed the outfit. ❞

❝ Remember when you told me you’d make out with me if I got you a flat screen TV? ❞

❝ I can’t believe I asked an ex marine to make a chocolate souffle.. ❞

❝ He called you pretty boy. Are you going to take that? ❞

❝ I put in a clear shower curtain. ❞

❝ Repeat after me - I am worthy of highlights. ❞

❝ I’ve died and gone to gay-men’s heaven.  ❞

❝ Finding the porn is always a heart-felt moment. ❞

❝ This means I wanna give you a handjob. ❞

❝ They’re a little bit like a cheap hotel … no ballroom. ❞

❝ That means I love you in sign language. This means rock and roll. ❞

❝ You know what this means? Clean your toilet! ❞

❝ Lions and tigers and bad taste, oh my! ❞  

❝ You live in a dump like a crazy person. This is freaking me out. ❞

❝ I’m sorry you’re stuck here with these smelly straight folk. ❞

❝ I think he wrote this book. He wrote this book after living here for a year. ❞

❝ Were you high? ❞

❝ It’s like taking a wire hanger from the cleaners and faux-painting it wood. ❞

❝ When you look at this color, what feeling does it evoke? ❞

❝ Here’s a tip for you: when buying a velour tracksuit, stop. ❞

❝ Now does he climb the poles and stuff? ❞

❝ Now let’s go try something new. Let’s make out! ❞

❝ If I didn’t know you, I’d try to lure you to a wayside rest area. ❞

❝ This is my pile of stuff I don’t like. Is it getting too big? ❞

❝ You know, if you don’t have a male role model in your life, bad things can happen. ❞

❝ Are you checking out my ass? ❞

❝ Thirty’s an important time in your life. I’m looking forward to it. ❞

❝ Look at all this wood. It’s definitely getting me in the mood.  ❞

❝ Just because you get your hair frosted doesn’t mean you’re gay. ❞

❝ I won’t call you a pervert if you won’t call me a big homo. ❞

❝ Let’s not worry about labels. ❞

❝ There’s no “I” in team. ❞

❝ They have the best tube socks. Ever. ❞

❝ Are we really throwing it over? ❞

❝ Did you break something? ❞

❝ Don’t worry man, I got your back. ❞

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macabresides

virgil’s breath hitched as remus lazily swung at logan’s hand with the knife when it came close – not truly aiming to hurt him, but remus certainly wasn’t opposed to the idea. he snorted. “ you can’t really say no to dee, logan. he doesn’t take too kindly to that. ”

he definitely doesn’t, some tiny part of virgil muttered in the back of his mind. “ yeah, well, i’m not going anywhere. ” he sidled closer to logan, trying to see if remus had managed to cut him.

remus gave virgil’s shoulder a rough pat, earning a flinch in return. “ i love how hard you both try to be firm, it’s so cute! ”

“What did we say about touching?” Logan said, shoving Remus away again. There was a cut on his palm, but it was easily waved away.

“Deceit can very easily be sent away. After all, we get out power from being wanted,” Logan looked at Remus blankly. “And neither you nor Deceit are wanted here. So you can be ignored rather effortlessly.”

At that, Logan turned his back to Remus, as if dismissing him. He faced Virgil, blocking him from Remus’ view and looking his friend over for injuries or his usual sign of a panic attack- and definitely not doing all this to ignore the way his own heart pounded painfully against his ribcage.

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ncquitiae

Roman nodded weakly. “Even if it isn’t my fault, it would still feel like it,” he mumbled.

“My castle?” He hesitated to answer for a moment, remembering the first time he had snapped. “It’s… my everything. It’s my pride and joy. The perfect creation in the Imagination. Why?”

“I see,” Logan said, nodding. “Roman, I think I know what’s causing this.”

“But if I tell you, you have to promise to remain open-minded. We’re... we’re all figments, you know? Being changed and morphed and mutated, it’s easy for us. But so is changing back, so you need to keep a level head about this.”