Maruki’s brain worked overtime, connecting dots he hadn’t even considered needing to connect today.
Nyx. The moon. The phases affecting how stable something like Tartarus was.
That… wasn’t a ridiculous claim, actually.
He exhaled through his nose, flipping his clipboard open and scribbling down a few notes. His handwriting was quick but precise—he was used to jotting things down in the middle of wild cognition-based conversations.
Ken Amada’s post… Him and the corrupted version of him drew power from the moon. No, from Nyx? If her presence affected cognitive structures like Tartarus, does that imply a direct influence over how space and reality stabilize within these altered states? Alien cognition? A force that overwrites will?
He paused, tapping the pen against the paper, before murmuring half to himself, half in thought, "Tartarus’ existence being so concrete and centralized… had to do with Nyx itself?" His brows furrowed slightly as he kept writing. "An external will, looming over the world, capable of imposing itself on others. A cognition so powerful it could either erase the will to live—or manifest the will to die."
Which… well. That certainly aligned with what he *did* know about Nyx. And that was still deeply unsettling to process.
He clicked the pen against the clipboard, shutting it with a sigh before giving Hamuko a long, assessing look.
"You do realize that this is still deeply concerning, right?" he asked, deadpan. "I mean, I am genuinely considering an impromptu counseling session after this. I have snacks. I don't even charge any money so honestly? You should take me up on that."
That was only half a joke. If she had actually thrown herself into all of that (which again wasn't surpising), then she probably had way more to unpack than she let on.
Still, now wasn’t the time to dwell too long on existential horror.
He straightened up, adjusting his glasses before glancing around at the different portals scattered around them. "For now, though, we should probably focus on what’s in front of us. These seem to be leading somewhere, and I’d rather not stay standing in the middle of all this fog for too long to the point that I might start missing my actual glasses."
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Nyx. The moon. The phases affecting how stable something like Tartarus was.
That… wasn’t a ridiculous claim, actually.
He exhaled through his nose, flipping his clipboard open and scribbling down a few notes. His handwriting was quick but precise—he was used to jotting things down in the middle of wild cognition-based conversations.
Ken Amada’s post… Him and the corrupted version of him drew power from the moon. No, from Nyx? If her presence affected cognitive structures like Tartarus, does that imply a direct influence over how space and reality stabilize within these altered states? Alien cognition? A force that overwrites will?
He paused, tapping the pen against the paper, before murmuring half to himself, half in thought, "Tartarus’ existence being so concrete and centralized… had to do with Nyx itself?" His brows furrowed slightly as he kept writing. "An external will, looming over the world, capable of imposing itself on others. A cognition so powerful it could either erase the will to live—or manifest the will to die."
Which… well. That certainly aligned with what he *did* know about Nyx. And that was still deeply unsettling to process.
He clicked the pen against the clipboard, shutting it with a sigh before giving Hamuko a long, assessing look.
"You do realize that this is still deeply concerning, right?" he asked, deadpan. "I mean, I am genuinely considering an impromptu counseling session after this. I have snacks. I don't even charge any money so honestly? You should take me up on that."
That was only half a joke. If she had actually thrown herself into all of that (which again wasn't surpising), then she probably had way more to unpack than she let on.
Still, now wasn’t the time to dwell too long on existential horror.
He straightened up, adjusting his glasses before glancing around at the different portals scattered around them. "For now, though, we should probably focus on what’s in front of us. These seem to be leading somewhere, and I’d rather not stay standing in the middle of all this fog for too long to the point that I might start missing my actual glasses."