i wasnt getting anywhere with the scratch device. so on ormici's advice, i went to ask my witch of light player what her strife specibus was. she simply told me glovekind. normal answer, nothing particularly strange. in a moment of reprieve, she... comforted me. she's always had a sort of magnetic, aloof energy about her, and of all of us, she tended to be the most maternal. shes been quietly worried about me. i just told her i was stressed about the final boss. she told me it was going to go well, but then she told me something that struck a hard chord with me. "you can even sit this one out if youd like- youre still catching up with your powers, so its not like you can do anything." it- well. within the logic of the loop it makes sense. i look like a rookie to her. in a way, i still am. but... reading that i BEAT the boss with them, i took offense to that. i told her, "hey, dont underestimate me! im pretty capable of things on my own, you know." she gently patted my head and gave a bit of an awkward look, and then said... "i really know you mean well. and of the four of us, youre the smartest, but... look, its okay to hang back. besides, i um- had to do something to test a particular theory, so it really may be for the better to hang back." my silence grew damning. "what did you do?" "well... so, you know how im a witch of light, right? i can raise and lower luck at will. but- um, i realized something. i was a little bit worried about it. you see. light as an aspect requires contrast to function. and i realized we're all maxing out our luck constantly, and i was worried this my negate my own aspect. so..." ... "...yesterday night, i didnt want to say anything, but, i wanted to try something new and see what would happen if one of us just had zero luck. and- i figured the safest one would be you; after all, youre a time player. if you're unlucky, hah, just rewind ti-" i began choking her on the spot. it was not just a basic chokehold, either- it was the most earnest and serious attempt at strangulation i could possibly summon. i was not even cognizant of what i was inflicting; the sheer veracity of hate possessed me in an almost visceral disgust of what i had just grown to understand. i knew now, why /i/ was the one in the loop. it was a missing ingredient to this mess given to me on a silver platter. the logic was simple as it was obvious. everyone else was EXTREMELY lucky enough to have a time player manage this near crisis of a situation, but i was EXTREMELY unlucky enough to be trapped in this scenario in the worst possible way. it clicked so soundly. it was a precise, damning lightningrod of a scenario. something someone with no luck would portend to. she tried to fight back, but couldnt. she tried to drain me of further luck, of "light", and couldnt. but eventually i came back to my senses and snapped back in, and shoved her away abruptly. i could only glare at her. yet, she was insulted beyond words; mortified even. her closest friend did the absolute unspeakable. i deserved that hate. but for a moment- some reprieve came to me. she didnt deserve it; she couldnt have known. but i think even the most wounded of animals can be forgiven to lash out, from time to time. she damned me to hell and she was never the wiser. come next loop, she wont even remember it... she vanished, perhaps telling our friends what happened, and i stood alone. #physical-assault
always the light players. they g0t off easy 2bh.