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[dramatispersonae]

[ The hill in the Ring dissolves, leaving you alone with your team in a soft, featureless grey space. The Dog's genderless, gentle "voice" speaks into all of your minds, less anxious and more confident now; confiding. ]

My name is The Dog Who Dies At The End Of The Story. I don't remember the name I had before that, and I didn't know what this one was either, not till I chose a new Master. I don't think I was supposed to do that, but I did, so here we are.

I understand being a dog, and sometimes dogs die. But I don't understand dying, even when I know what it is. . . and in order to make a choice about it, I need to catch answers. I've died over and over and not understood yet. Maybe some of you have, too. I wanted . . . to ask what you thought. . . ?

Thank you. . . I won't be able to answer for a little while, so if you would. . . please answer for me.

[ You know instinctively that while the Dog will not answer your words for a while, once it asks you its questions you will be able to speak your answers when you've reached a consensus and be heard. ]

Comments

[appleofhiseye]

If we're the ones deciding, choosing what we believe, I don't think we would pick nothing.

[spectralhealing]

Where I come from... death doesn't lead nowhere. You go to the maker, the gods you believe in. And into...

[ His memory for the term and the information is blank. Sage scrunches his face up, trying really hard to remember, but gives up. ]

I can't remember it yet, but the spirit goes someplace.

[appleofhiseye]

...Yeah. Then, we could say it goes somewhere--warm? It might be far away, but I don't think you would want to meet someone when you're terrible cold. A god wouldn't want that either, right?

[spectralhealing]

Can anyone say what a god wants? They're not us.

[appleofhiseye]

[shrugs]

They seem normal enough.