[That feels like a lifetime ago. He knows exactly what he was doing, remembers those sinister intentions, and like many of the things he remembers and thinks back to during that time, finds himself feeling wildly dissociative over it. Outside his body almost.]
[Shadow Milk goes quiet while he turns this over and tries to decide what he should say. Instinct tells him to lie, spin some pretty story that paints his actions as favorable, and keep Pavlova’s attention.]
[But then something in him almost cries out at the thought. Something hurts almost at the thought. It reminds him of a time long ago. The pain of deceit as it warred with truth, tearing Knowledge to pieces.]
That Truth is ugly and cruel. Are you sure you want it?
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[That feels like a lifetime ago. He knows exactly what he was doing, remembers those sinister intentions, and like many of the things he remembers and thinks back to during that time, finds himself feeling wildly dissociative over it. Outside his body almost.]
[Shadow Milk goes quiet while he turns this over and tries to decide what he should say. Instinct tells him to lie, spin some pretty story that paints his actions as favorable, and keep Pavlova’s attention.]
[But then something in him almost cries out at the thought. Something hurts almost at the thought. It reminds him of a time long ago. The pain of deceit as it warred with truth, tearing Knowledge to pieces.]
That Truth is ugly and cruel. Are you sure you want it?