//Is it true? It can't be true. It's impossible. There is no way that I'm like him.// Ping thought in his cage. It had been a few days now since he had fully woken up. He was exhausted. His mind and body had been very inactive since he had lashed out like that. He had debated with himself over what had happened and what I meant to him. What did he do? What had he become? How could he do that? Was the evil of this place infectious?
//No.// he thought. But what if what Bazaal said about him and Pristine was true? Did he REALLY control her? It was for certain that he never made any conscious command to her. He certainly could if he wanted to, but the temptation had never arisen. He would die before he would force Pristine to do anything. But what if the commands were not conscious, but unconscious? Meaning his emotions and other thoughts were controlling her? What if he had been controlling her ever since she had returned?
That sent a chill straight through him. That would mean that all of her emotions for him have been faked. She might deny that fact and say her feelings were genuine, but would that be an order from him too? Was his own subconscious his love's worst enemy?
That couldn't be true. He remembered before thier epic battle with Bazaal when Pristine first came to him, like in a dream. She said she loved him and she wasn't under his control. She was under Bazaal's control. That was even worse. It could mean that her emotions were faked then too, simply a trap for him to fall into.
All this thijnking made him very empty inside, and alone. He felt despair. There was a pretty good chance that the woman he loved didn't love him in return, but was simply a puppet of his subconsious. A figment of his imagination. A fantasy made real by a toy. If he kept thinking like this he might go insane.
"What are you so quiet for?" Like his cellmate. Ravius didn't do much except annoy him. Ping pretty much didn't say anything to him. It got on Ravius's nerves, even to the point where he started punching Ping's bubble-prison to little avail. Ravius's company kept him occupied, which was a blessing, something he should probably thank Bazaal for. Without him Ping would be left alone to his thoughts. We all know where that was currently going.
"What are you anyway?" Ravius asked. Ping supposed that he should start talking to the man since he had nothing better to do. He just had to make sure he didn't befriend him, in case they'd have to end up killing each other.
"Artifical lifeform." He said simply.
"Where do you come from?"
"Another dimension."
"Don't like to talk, do you?"
"No."
Ravius left it at that. Ping was somewhat relieved that he didn't press for information. He might later.
//No.// he thought. But what if what Bazaal said about him and Pristine was true? Did he REALLY control her? It was for certain that he never made any conscious command to her. He certainly could if he wanted to, but the temptation had never arisen. He would die before he would force Pristine to do anything. But what if the commands were not conscious, but unconscious? Meaning his emotions and other thoughts were controlling her? What if he had been controlling her ever since she had returned?
That sent a chill straight through him. That would mean that all of her emotions for him have been faked. She might deny that fact and say her feelings were genuine, but would that be an order from him too? Was his own subconscious his love's worst enemy?
That couldn't be true. He remembered before thier epic battle with Bazaal when Pristine first came to him, like in a dream. She said she loved him and she wasn't under his control. She was under Bazaal's control. That was even worse. It could mean that her emotions were faked then too, simply a trap for him to fall into.
All this thijnking made him very empty inside, and alone. He felt despair. There was a pretty good chance that the woman he loved didn't love him in return, but was simply a puppet of his subconsious. A figment of his imagination. A fantasy made real by a toy. If he kept thinking like this he might go insane.
"What are you so quiet for?" Like his cellmate. Ravius didn't do much except annoy him. Ping pretty much didn't say anything to him. It got on Ravius's nerves, even to the point where he started punching Ping's bubble-prison to little avail. Ravius's company kept him occupied, which was a blessing, something he should probably thank Bazaal for. Without him Ping would be left alone to his thoughts. We all know where that was currently going.
"What are you anyway?" Ravius asked. Ping supposed that he should start talking to the man since he had nothing better to do. He just had to make sure he didn't befriend him, in case they'd have to end up killing each other.
"Artifical lifeform." He said simply.
"Where do you come from?"
"Another dimension."
"Don't like to talk, do you?"
"No."
Ravius left it at that. Ping was somewhat relieved that he didn't press for information. He might later.