text; un: xiaoxingchen

[mingyues]

[ xiao xingchen is not someone who feels the urge to ask questions often. not of others, and even less so of strangers. for this, however, he'll make an exception, even if the words are hard to parse. ]

I have been thinking
The people that we are in this place, the people we become —
Is there a chance in this world for those who are destined to commit evil?
Or is it futile to expect that anything will change when we return to our worlds?

And if it is futile then... does anything we do here matter?

Comments

[mingyues]

May I ask why?

[scarcastically]

Sorry. Don't really feel like going into it.

[mingyues]

May I one day ask why?

[scarcastically]

Sure, someday.

Just not on a public network.

[mingyues]

Over a drink then, perhaps?

On your own time, after all, we are friends.

[ YOU'RE NEVER GETTING RID OF THIS GREMLIN ]

[scarcastically]

[ sigh. ]

Yeah. We can do it over drinks.

[mingyues]

Thank you, Erik. I
I look forward to that.

[scarcastically]

You're a weird guy, you know that?

But let me know when you're free.

[mingyues]

No? Not really.

I will call you later.

[scarcastically]

Sure thing.