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"Saviour? The only name for our mother is... Mother. We suppose that you have your own mother... and we have ours... and both of us are looking for our mothers, apparently," Jack says.
"Rejected... by society? Society was what gave us the name Jack the Ripper. It was the only name we ever had, so we took it. Thinking back, society was also the one thing preventing us from finding our ideal mother... so saying that they did indeed reject us is an understatement."
Jack continues to look at the waters.
"A lake much like this... that was one of our earliest memories before meeting Mother. To say that it was the day of our birth wouldn't be accurate, because we were never truly born."
@Sen @Minerva @etcetcetc
The plans of this 'silly vision'
Have come into fruition
But you've written your own story
And it's like nothing I've ever seen
When Sammy Lawrence woke up, the first thing he had to do was pause, was check himself over. Could never be too careful that you weren't missing any bits of yourself. He wasn't missing anything, nor did he feel all too different...Which surprised him. Touching blood usually made his bodily mass change a bit as it merged with the ink. Curious--Though he wasn't exactly concerned. He rose, holding onto the railing on the side of the bridge to support himself.
Where were they?
He looked down slightly, to the water--And cringed. That...Wouldn't be good. Best to definitely avoid that. Sherry remarked they could proceed over the bridge or into the forest, though he began to preoccupy his mind by using a finger to write words on the bridge's side: IT'S TIME TO BELIE--
"The savior?"
He said it breathlessly, his writing stopping. The man came just the slightest bit closer to Unknown, a smile almost visible through the hole in his mask. Ah, someone else who believed--Who knew the truth. He knew there had to be someone. Brought to Paradise, oh, yes, led to eternal salvation, his final loving embra...
Led to eternal salvation, his final loving embrace.
She's like a mother to me.
Something didn't quite line up there.
"I'm afraid you're making a mistake, little lamb. The savior is 'he'."
Someone so devout--And so blessed as to remain inkless--Should know something basic as that...Right?
[ @Sen @Crow @The rest @BRIDGE ]
She probably was, being the kindhearted woman she is. Surely she had sent out agents to go and look for the missing boy. After all, she was the only one who cared about Unknown. Unlike... that redhead.
Ugh, his head hurt the more he thought about that guy. The 'other side' of him, knocked out when he had been whisked away here by unknown means, beginning to stir with rage and seething contempt. No, the last thing 'Ray' needed was for that psychopathy, emotionless killer to make things worse.
"Um... if maybe, your mother abandons you... will you consider coming with me to see the Savior?" the man asked tentatively. "I used to think my mother loved me, so I was always confused when she did those things... no one has ever loved me like the Savior. If you ever need help, if you ever feel sad and need the happiness you deserve, the Savior will save you."
"Yes! Society is cruel. They push away people like us, people they don't consider to be normal. If I went back to society, they... they'll send me to a hospital for mental people and lock me up for life! They'll treat me like a criminal! I don't want that..."
Unknown regarded the stranger with confusion and masked curiosity.