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As well as mornings in this place can ever find anyone.

And you, dear lord Lingormr?

Ah, but my dear, there are pancakes. That must provide some compensation.

For myself, a reply from you has brightened my day considerably.

I do enjoy pleasant sensations...

Then I'm glad. I'd hate to see you in dampened spirits.

Well really, who doesn't. Though I certainly hope you might find those pleasant sensations, since you are quite deserving of them.

You do me honor. I endeavor to maintain a cheery facade whenever possible, but I prefer it to be no facade at all. Is there anything I might do to similarly brighten the lady's day?

Some of them. Others remain stubbornly elusive.

I'm afraid there's no simple answer to that. Though I must admit, you've done a great deal already.

It's a shame to hear that. Much seems elusive in this place, though if I might give you any aide I gladly will. I find tracking down elusive solutions an enjoyable way to pass the time.

You do me honor again. I am glad to know that even these poor words have helped.

For the sake of curiosity, did the lady have an interesting evening? Or I suppose I should rather frame it as talk of interesting dreams, since that seems the common parlance.

Oh, I imagine we could find quite enjoyable ways to pass our time. A pity time seems such a limited commodity in this place.

I always enjoy our little chats. More than you may know.

A very interesting evening. I dreamed of things that belonged to me outside these walls, or a me, I should say. There's getting to be a ridiculous number of those at this point...

And I dreamed of dead men.

I think perhaps time seems only so limited because of our lack of patience. Which is of course understandable, since the soul cries out for freedom, does it not?

Fascinating. I wonder if I might have a similar dream some night. Though that opens up all sorts of interesting possibilities for raw materials.

Dead men? That hardly sounds pleasant.

I'm not sure what my soul cries for these days. 'Freedom' means many different things to many different people. I could argue that here is the place I am free. But the novelty will wear off.

It isn't a difficult dream to reach.

I sometimes find dead men quite pleasant, when in my dreams they live and breathe.

I do not find your feelings of freedom in this place so strange. It all depends upon what you struggled to be free of in the first place. Being physically held prisoner is perhaps not such a hardship when the intellect is no longer so tightly shackled.

And has been pointed out to me, upon our... release from this place, there may be no requirement that we return from whence we came. An interesting thought, is it not?

If the way is simple, perhaps I shall have such dreams myself sooner rather than later.

And I suppose that depends upon how one felt about the dead man to begin with. Though much that was thought dead seems to be quite alive here, from what I've heard.

I will never return to where I came from. There's nothing there for me. And so many opportunities here. How could I ever pass them up?

I could tell you how, if you truly wish. It was...an interesting dream.

I think 'dead' is just a state of mind. I've seen many living men, walking about as dead inside as a corpse in its grave. Such a sad state.

My thoughts exactly.

Ah, we've gone from the metaphorical to the metaphysical. You do like to keep me on my toes, don't you.

Though I think in that state, the dead at least have a chance to returning to life, should they wish to leave the comforting confines of their grave.

It's what I live for, dear Lingormr. One of the things, anyway.

Ah, but there's the rub! If they so desire. How on earth does one urge a stubbornly dead thing to live again?

My curiosity to know what other things you might live for knows no bounds.

Really, I look at questions like that in terms of poking a bear with a stick. It all depends upon the disposition of the bear and the method by which you proceed to poke.

And also on why you desire to do so in the first place.

But when it comes to a metaphysical conundrum such as this, dearest, I think the corpse must want at least a little to be dragged from their grave. Otherwise you might spend a lot of time digging, only to discover you've climbed in with them and have subsequently buried yourself up to the neck. So do be careful.

If you're a good boy, you'll find out firsthand.

...you've no idea what an apt comparison you've made. I'm afraid all my experiences lay with men, not bears. And this one is a particularly snarly one. But sad, too. Beaten and broken. I...don't like to see a great and proud beast brought low.

I suppose you're right. There's too much grave dirt on me as is.

My lady, I assure you that in any endeavor I undertake, I am not so much good as excellent. So to that end, I shall be an... excellent boy.

Well, my experience related to my viking brethren of course, but there is little difference between men and bears when all is sad and done, though bears tend to spend less time drunk.

How sad to hear. I have witnessed such things in the animal kingdom... bears used for baiting or trained to dance. It is a most depressing sight indeed.

Another animal metaphor springs to mind... one can lead a horse to water, but cannot force him to drink.

Excellent boys receive excellent rewards.

In my experience men are far more like dogs. Confused and easily led and always looking to be a step up in the pack. But this one...he's no dog.

Or driven and whipped and ripped from their habitat and forced to live in a world that isn't their own. Can any beast ever truly recover from such a thing?

How stupid do you think I am? Or do you just not realize that everyone can see this?!

And to whomever this ~~Ligorm~~ ~~Lini~~ Lingormr is, I suggest you keep your distance from Lust. She's misleading and manipulative and I know exactly what you're trying. I suggest you stop, because it isn't going to work.

-Snarly Bear

Your second question seems to indicate that you think the lady is quite dim. Was that your intention? I feel I ought to take exception on her behalf.

Really, Mr. Snarly Bear, are you in a position to tell me what I ought and ought not to do? Or to tell the lady what she is and isn't to do?

Somehow, I find this doubtful.

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You do realize I've mentioned no specifics or names this entire exchange? Or even given any indication I was discussing someone here? And I doubt many people are terribly interested in the philosophical flirtations Lingormr and I engage in. I'm not even certain why you read this in the first place.

Lingormr, by the way, is a big boy. He can take care of himself.

I shall look forward to seeing your art. :)

It sounds lovely. In the Sun Room?

It's nothing impressive. Not as good as yours. I just thought I should return the favor.

I'll see you there.

Let me the judge of that. We always are the harshest critics of our own work.

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