二十三 ; èr shí sān

[getsomesleep]

[Several drops of ink appear on the paper before Huo finally gets to writing - he's hesitating a great deal. His script, too, is slow and cautious.]

While I do not wish to associate myself with anonymous writers of dubious origins, [another long pause, another ink drop] if searchers are currently creating some effect that they are unaware of

[His pen lingers here, and lingers, until finally with a dash of ink, he erases the previous sentence and quickly scribbles something else:]

You are not free of a prison if its roof falls down on your head.

Comments

[longnosedliar.livejournal.com]

I think there is. I don't want to die, but no one can control you if you're dead.

[getsome-sleep.livejournal.com]

Neither, I must point out, can you control yourself.

[longnosedliar.livejournal.com]

Maybe. How do you know?

[getsome-sleep.livejournal.com]

Who can tell what lies beyond death? I did not take Sniper-jūn to be a philosopher in this sense.

[longnosedliar.livejournal.com]

I'm not, really. I think you're more into that kind of stuff Huo, but everyone thinks about what happens after death at some point, right? I dunno what happens afterward, but I wouldn't say that you're not free.

[getsome-sleep.livejournal.com]

I am perhaps a simpler man than you think me. All that I know of death is that I seek to keep it away from myself and those that are dear to me; and should it find them, I will see that it is paid for.

[longnosedliar.livejournal.com]

I'm not saying I want to die or that I wouldn't avenge my friends if they died. I'm just saying that maybe you are free when you die. For the ones who are already dead.

[getsome-sleep.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you should ask the ones that are indeed already dead.