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I trust not such rumors, but if you plan to take this challenge without such as your initial impetus, I see not the harm in testing the proof of such claims, even if by mere coincidence.

[He settles back a bit more in his seat, before stretching his arms gingerly over his head, slowly twisting to one side, then the other—though twisting towards the side with a broken rib earns a small pained sound.]

As for what I am doing...I'm testing the bounds of this world's limits. I am not wholly convinced that this world is, well, real.

[The fuck does that even mean?? Lowering his arms, he settles back down, letting out a slow puff of air before he continues.]

If aught is the case, then there is likely some way to break free of this reality by bending what limits it attempts to put on us. If I can force an error, some measure of contradiction in the laws of this faux-reality...

Just so.

[Look, he has to do something that isn't just answering to your beck and call, that's not the kind of life he likes to live, thanks.]

Real enough that you're battered and bruised.

[The fuck, indeed. And then the rest of that just goes straight over his pretty head. While you were being a giant nerd, he studied the blade, so while he knows enough to function, talking about errors and faux-reality is just. Forcing an error in him.]

Yes, yes. But say for a moment that this reality is not a true one, say that we are merely in a simulation of a reality. By all respects it would be like that which we know—we would feel pain, pleasure, and so forth. Yet, there are some great number of flaws in this reality we are sharing—for example, did you not wake up in some boy's bed, with a mother whom promptly forced you out while claiming to be yours?

Is it not queer that like you, others have experienced the exact same thing? That is not normal. Likewise, there are other oddities that strain logic—which seems more a flaw in the design of something fake, than aught that would be true to reality.

Does this make sense to you?

[Yeah, about him being a nerd...]

[He honestly tuned you out like 2 minutes ago. But then you asked him directly for his input, ugh.]

Not in the least.

[He does admit, the mother and the queer music playing at all hours of the day and night is a bit much, but...]

How even would such a farce be created, or maintained? Much less for the length of time it has.

[Solus stares at him for a long, flat second, before hanging his head, resting his forearms on his thighs as he sighs quite dramatically.]

Quite simply, believe it or not. While my magics have been stolen from me, I could feasibly create a far more believable simulation—for one skilled in creation magics such as I, one such as you would not be able to determine reality from fiction.

[He lifts his head, smiling tiredly.]

Though, admittedly, I lack the ability to pull others from different worlds—though as we both are well aware, such abilities do exist within our own reality, and not just this one.

[What did you expect? Just because you're constantly shocked by the fact that he has a brain between his pointy ears doesn't mean he wants to listen to you prattle on all the bloody time.]

Or, more simply--tis real, despite your misgivings.

[He knows what he's going with. Seems to be working out fairly well for him so far, he's not getting tossed down the stairs and refusing medical treatment to test the limits of a possibly non-existent simulation.

He sighs and shakes his head.]

Would not one with power enough to drag one such as you across worlds and keep you here, have enough to keep you from breaking what shackles it's placed on you? Or I, for that matter.

...You do know what real means, yes? A convincing lie is still a lie, it does not make it real, even if you cannot know it for the lie it is.

[He shakes his head, with another sigh. Come now, he knows you're smarter than this, Estinien!]

Oh, they are powerful, do not misunderstand me. But so are they sloppy. All I must needs do is find the thread to unravel this fictious world, and then that will be that. Or, if that strange weekend comes about...

But even a lie might be made real, should enough people believe in it.

[He has a very complicated relationship with lies and truth, as an Ishgardian living through the end of the Dragonsong War...

Just shaking their heads and sighing at each other, are they...]

And if it does, and still you find yourself here after, unable to find that thread? What then?

Mayhap you will be able to break free, but I shall be tempering my expectations.

This does not make the lie itself truly real. Misapprehensions will never replace actual reality, regardless of what fools think otherwise.

[After all, so many misunderstand the Ascians. So many think they labor for no reason beyond the sake of destruction and chaos. This does not make it true, even if it's true to some individuals--the factual reality is quite the opposite.

But he knows well how history can be written, how his kind are seen and believed. But that's merely a matter of expunging such falsehoods from history's weave...]

Well, we will cross that bridge when it comes. But with my powers, I can transcend the rift between worlds, I cannot imagine I will find much difficulty in doing so from this star.

[Arrogance, or confidence?]

But worry not, I will yet find a way that you shall not be left behind. We are in this together, yes?

[You can believe that, but as far as he's concerned it's far less complicated to assume that this place is real as they come. Strange, to be sure, but real. Perhaps he shouldn't take that for granted, but what harm is it doing?]

...so it would seem.

[He still doesn't quite get why Solus is willing to bring him back to their shared world. He might not be as big a wrench in his plans as the Scions, even so he'd assisted in destroying Black Rose, and the man knew it. Wouldn't it be more prudent for him to just leave Estinien here, unable to return? It'd remove one variable, at least.]

[The way he sees it, what Estinien did with Black Rose is nothing but a minor setback. Something that can be fixed, and ultimately those who oppose him and his will eventually die out anyway. Unless, of course, they find the means to work alongside the scions like he's hoping they might...then who knows what that might mean for Estinien in the grand scheme of things, but he's not about to leave out a possible important factor merely because he might seem like an inconvenience at the moment.]

...Yes, well, you should be on your way, shouldn't you? I would hate to delay you much further than I have already. Do be careful, I'd hate to hear something awful befell you in your travels.

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[Well, he's not much good for puzzling things out, despite his perception. He's more of the sort that you point at an obstacle and tell to 'hit that until it stops being a problem.' So, if you have something that needs a good stabbing with a lance, he's your Elezen, but otherwise...

Estinien just looks at him with narrowed eyes--that sounds a little suspect, Solus--but then shakes his head.]

Tis passing unlikely.

[He knows how to survive in the wilderness and this world has offered very little challenge so far.

But he does get up and move towards where his pack, boots, and walking stick are placed beside the door. Iceheart jumps to her feet and runs to the bathroom, coming back with his bathing kit, which he places back in the bag, then he starts putting on his boots.

...they lace up so it's gonna take a minute.]

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