I expect she doesn't believe it warrants explanation. Entropy is a universal constant after all, a simple set of rules that indicates that everything must eventually burn out and die.
[ So clearly, a law of nature that Rau should enjoy. Gil does shoot him an according knowing glance. ]
If Nemesis if after Limbo and the souls it holds, one must wonder what that means for us on the cellular level. Is this realm aptly named? Are we truly 'in limbo', stagnating our modest contribution to the heat death of the universe?
[ It would be exciting if they were. Unlike most others, Gil kind of wants Niesha's bureaucratic machine to slow down even further, giving him the next bit of eternity to study all this new input and craft a utopia like never seen before. ]
[ Rau meets that glance totally deadpan, and not just because wearing a mask makes it easy to be deadpan about most things. Entropy as a long-term law of thermodynamics is too distant to be particularly interesting to Rau, actually. Stars growing cold billions of years in the future is less fun than humanity blowing itself up now. Entropy as a social and political concept, on the other hand -- ]
Entropy can be disorder, as well. Decay seeping into a system, creating chaos or stagnation or both.
[ He's not chiding Gil for thinking too much like a scientist, though, and his tone is more serious than challenging or bantering. Without more information on Nemesis, it seems genuinely important to think about entropy in the broadest sense of the term. (Also something something city bureaucracy something something regulatory capture as an example of entropy.) Rau settles back, thoughtful again. ]
In either case, the existence of Requiem and souls would seem to be stalling some process.
Souls are meant to be processed - and from the grumblings you can hear about our dear Mayor here and there, she hasn't always been slacking.
[ Gil interlaces his hands, as he likes to do when he's thinking. Coming at it from a strictly personal point of view, he's grateful that Niescha's dropped the ball on sending Souls on their merry way. He is a lot more interested in working with what Limbo has for him than he is in passing on peacefully. The chance for peace in death has come and gone, ripped from him the second he found himself on that train awake and alert. ]
So far, I'd been thinking of that as a nuisance only to those within Requiem, contained in our little microcosm of the dead... That was shortsighted of me. The existence of Anima suggests that Souls and energy are closely linked. Congregating so many Souls and keeping them for a prolonged amount of time might be upsetting some kind of balance.
What a shame. The imbalance is working so nicely in our favor.
[ He holds up a hand and observes its relative steadiness for a moment. It's an odd thing, that in death he's been given a chance to live. But now that he has the opportunity, he doesn't want to give it up for something as undeserving as a well-functioning universe. ]
[ That makes Gil laugh, a short but very genuine sound. ]
I was not kidding about that part.
[ Even if they've amply communicated the unspoken awareness that mostly he just wanted to hang out for a bit. ]
There's a number of substances here that don't exist in our world in quite the same form. Even though I expect my medicine to work, I'm not taking risks with your health.
[ As he speaks, he reaches into his bag yet again to produce a small black case containing his testing kit. ]
[ He rolls up his sleeve obligingly -- he can't really fuss about routine testing after putting that Umbra through it. But the question of expectation and medicine is interesting. If Gil gave him a placebo, would Gil's expectation that it wouldn't work trump Rau's expectation that it would work? (If it was all a matter of anima, was the question irrelevant?) ]
[ There is the briefest moment of hesitation before Gil puts his hands on Rau's arm to hold it steady and apply his scratch testing. He's confirmed that Rau is tangible before, of course, but there is still a part of him that expects his fingers to go right through. Touching is weird in a way that just talking isn't - two years of hallucinations will do that to you, Gil has to grudgingly accept.
He gets over it fast though, and the actual application of the tests is quick and clinical. For all his faults, he is a decent doctor and he and Rau have played through this song and dance often enough. ]
"Expectations" are collective, so I'm afraid simply expecting to make better medicines is nothing more than a mildly amusing joke. Nobody has reasoned out just how many Souls need to share a belief in order for it to take physical shape here, but just one or two people do not account for notable changes in reality.
[ Rau notes the hesitation, and would chase after it if there wasn't a shinier idea in front of him. He's watched beliefs on both sides of a war shift in response to speech-making and propaganda, and he sincerely doubts that world politics changed dramatically after his death -- even if Gil may have been more subtle about it than Patrick Zala and Ezaria Jule. ]
But a collective can be mistaken or manipulated, or both.
[ His free hand flicks to the newspaper. ]
If enough souls hear and think Niesha cannot protect us, does she lose some power?
[ Nobody is losing any literal magic, of course, but so much of politics is having people believe you're capable of following through on your promises. It's not as on the nose as the power of expectations, but Gil thinks it'd be a mistake to call that kind of effect intangible.
He's smiling like this is all some private joke, because really... It kind of is. Rau has never seen him in his function as propaganda king, but Gil is still quite proud of himself. ]
Attempting to weaken Niesha comes dangerously close to biting the hand that feeds, of course. Given our precarious state of existence, I'd urge to have a plan for redirecting that hypothetical power elsewhere.
[ That's a bold smile -- Rau's lips quirk into a visibly surprised oh for a moment, before slipping back into a smile of his own. ]
You're too attached to existence to put her power to the test?
[ For all that Rau is himself attached to existence-after-death, he would be willing to take some calculated risks to learn how to pull the levers of the universe. ]
[ There is a lot Rau doesn't know about him now. Most of the time this feels like a nuisance, disturbing what used to be a reasonably close relationship. In this specific case though, Gil is deriving a good amount of enjoyment from. Maybe he shouldn't feel so pleased with himself for what was an ultimately unsuccessful attempt to take over the world but... it was pretty good for a while there, alright? ]
I didn't say that - just that I'd like for the risk to be calculated. Besides, isn't it a waste to weaken one powerbase without strengthening another?
[ ... actually...... ]
Don't answer that, I know you love your violent anarchy.
[ Rau laughs -- briefly, quietly, but with real amusement. Having Gil here for medicine is useful, but having Gil here for conversation is entertaining. There are only two people Rau is willing to be this candid with, and only one he can tolerate doing this sort of physical examination. ]
Not just me.
[ He was giving humanity exactly what it wanted in terms of world-ending hyper-violence. ]
One could test the opposite, at least in theory -- "Niesha can protect us," "Niesha can keep Nemesis at bay." But reassuring a city would be more difficult than stirring up panic.
And more than that - doing so would mean tying one's own credibility to a government that seems... mismanaged, as the absolute most generous interpretation.
[ Niesha can handle her own PR, he's not touching that nightmare with a ten foot pole, thank you very much. ]
What I am wondering is if there is a limit to what 'expectations' can influence. Is it just this world, Niesha and the wraiths? Things that belong her? Or would it be possible to siphon power for yourself, as a Soul that came here from a different world?
[ He tilts his wrist as he says it, emphasizing the little test scratches by way of illustration. But. Talking politics and power is stirring up curiosity that he's been keeping in check since Gil told him on the train about taking control of the PLANTs and the Alliance. Rau knows Gil as a researcher, but Gil as a political force is mostly a matter of informed guesswork. This could be a decent time to needle more information out of him about it. ]
Though you’ll want to find somewhere -- [ he relaxes his wrist, deliberately brushing his hand against Gil’s fingers with the tiny movement ] -- to “redirect that hypothetical power” first. To be safe, that is.
[ They have a ten minute wait until it's worth it to conclusively check for reactions, so theoretically this would be a great time to lean back into his chair and bring back normal conversational distance. It's just the small touch that delays Gil from doing so, that keeps his eyes on Rau's bare hands for a moment longer than necessary.
When he then leans back and focuses his eyes on Rau's face again, he once again feels the strange difference of time between them. ]
If I told you I want that power for myself, you'd have every right to scold me for having learned nothing.
[ Rau's voice is still light and lazy, but a forced quality starts to creep in at the very edges of the words, and he reaches out to place a hand over Gil's chest for a beat. Rau isn't bothered by wanting power -- playing god is only human. But if Gil hasn't learned anything from Rey choosing to shoot him in the chest over "destiny," then Rau is kicking him out in the snow without his coat. ]
[ The same gesture as on the train, unmistakable and clear. It is just as effective in throwing Gil off his game as it was then, if not more so. There's a beat where his expression goes blank, like he hasn't quite sorted out what face to make here. What he wants for the future is a jumble now, compared to the clarity of the Destiny Plan that he's spent decades honing, but... ]
Not enough.
[ The blank melts away into a thin smile, melancholy and self-ironic. ]
I'll leave the living to the living, and I'm certainly not planning to make an afterlife that would make Rey sad.
[ He is still waiting for him, thinking he might arrive on the next train. What kind of expression would he greet him with? It's difficult to imagine. ]
But I'm myself, and I cannot let an imperfect world remain as is. This afterlife isn't sustainable - you know it, I know it, and surely so does Niesha.
[ Rau’s hand is much steadier than it was that day on the train, and he’s significantly less tense; this gesture is an admonition rather than an angry, unsettled bid for connection and understanding. Still, there’s a faint frown on his face as he drops his hand and draws back. An afterlife that would make Rey sad, hm? It’s tempting to ask what Gil if he can articulate what that would entail, but, knowing only one-sided snippets of things, Rau isn’t completely certain that he could call Gil out on a wrong answer. Rey thought today could be better than yesterday, certainly, but even something as mundane as sitting here was infinitely better than rotting alone in Mendel. ]
Perhaps it doesn’t want to be sustained.
[ But there’s no heat to the words. For all that the ever-increasing ghost and monster population shows that Requiem is unsustainable, souls really aren’t as self-destructive as living humans of the Cosmic Era, and this place hasn’t quite stirred up Rau’s inclinations to facilitate mass destruction yet.
And speaking of wrong answers -- well, a destroyed Requiem wouldn’t have much of a “tomorrow.” ]
[ Gil is silent for a moment. Rau and him have always viewed desire differently. To Gil at his most extremist, wanting something is a sign of an imperfect world, that you are not yet as content as you could be in your rightful place. So it shouldn't matter what Requiem wants, what its denizens want. An ideal reality, an ideal afterlife, should have to lay beyond the concept of wanting... Should, anyhow.
Rey wanted tomorrow, uncertain and imperfect. It's that wish that brought Gil here, and he should at least try to honor it.
So Gil won't argue the point of wanting. Instead, he asks a simpler question. ]
Do you want it to disappear? To disappear alongside it?
[ Rey is Rau and Rau is Rey, in essence but not in execution. Their desires are different, the way they feel about Gil and Gil feels about them is different. How different are their answers?
How much or little has death changed Rau from the beast clinging to existence for its own destructive purposes, vibrant and mesmerizing in just how alive it feels? ]
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[ So clearly, a law of nature that Rau should enjoy. Gil does shoot him an according knowing glance. ]
If Nemesis if after Limbo and the souls it holds, one must wonder what that means for us on the cellular level. Is this realm aptly named? Are we truly 'in limbo', stagnating our modest contribution to the heat death of the universe?
[ It would be exciting if they were. Unlike most others, Gil kind of wants Niesha's bureaucratic machine to slow down even further, giving him the next bit of eternity to study all this new input and craft a utopia like never seen before. ]
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Entropy can be disorder, as well. Decay seeping into a system, creating chaos or stagnation or both.
[ He's not chiding Gil for thinking too much like a scientist, though, and his tone is more serious than challenging or bantering. Without more information on Nemesis, it seems genuinely important to think about entropy in the broadest sense of the term. (Also something something city bureaucracy something something regulatory capture as an example of entropy.) Rau settles back, thoughtful again. ]
In either case, the existence of Requiem and souls would seem to be stalling some process.
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[ Gil interlaces his hands, as he likes to do when he's thinking. Coming at it from a strictly personal point of view, he's grateful that Niescha's dropped the ball on sending Souls on their merry way. He is a lot more interested in working with what Limbo has for him than he is in passing on peacefully. The chance for peace in death has come and gone, ripped from him the second he found himself on that train awake and alert. ]
So far, I'd been thinking of that as a nuisance only to those within Requiem, contained in our little microcosm of the dead... That was shortsighted of me. The existence of Anima suggests that Souls and energy are closely linked. Congregating so many Souls and keeping them for a prolonged amount of time might be upsetting some kind of balance.
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[ He holds up a hand and observes its relative steadiness for a moment. It's an odd thing, that in death he's been given a chance to live. But now that he has the opportunity, he doesn't want to give it up for something as undeserving as a well-functioning universe. ]
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[ He breaks into an easy smile, even as he follows Rau's gaze to his hand. ]
Does Anima or lack thereof affect your remnant symptoms at all?
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It's better than it was at the end. Perhaps it's anima, perhaps it's that I don't expect my body to be dying when I'm already dead.
[ He holds out his hand to Gil, palm down, and the frown slips into a wry, slight smile. ]
But of course, you came here to run an allergy test.
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I was not kidding about that part.
[ Even if they've amply communicated the unspoken awareness that mostly he just wanted to hang out for a bit. ]
There's a number of substances here that don't exist in our world in quite the same form. Even though I expect my medicine to work, I'm not taking risks with your health.
[ As he speaks, he reaches into his bag yet again to produce a small black case containing his testing kit. ]
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How far has the university tested "expectations"?
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He gets over it fast though, and the actual application of the tests is quick and clinical. For all his faults, he is a decent doctor and he and Rau have played through this song and dance often enough. ]
"Expectations" are collective, so I'm afraid simply expecting to make better medicines is nothing more than a mildly amusing joke. Nobody has reasoned out just how many Souls need to share a belief in order for it to take physical shape here, but just one or two people do not account for notable changes in reality.
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But a collective can be mistaken or manipulated, or both.
[ His free hand flicks to the newspaper. ]
If enough souls hear and think Niesha cannot protect us, does she lose some power?
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[ Nobody is losing any literal magic, of course, but so much of politics is having people believe you're capable of following through on your promises. It's not as on the nose as the power of expectations, but Gil thinks it'd be a mistake to call that kind of effect intangible.
He's smiling like this is all some private joke, because really... It kind of is. Rau has never seen him in his function as propaganda king, but Gil is still quite proud of himself. ]
Attempting to weaken Niesha comes dangerously close to biting the hand that feeds, of course. Given our precarious state of existence, I'd urge to have a plan for redirecting that hypothetical power elsewhere.
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You're too attached to existence to put her power to the test?
[ For all that Rau is himself attached to existence-after-death, he would be willing to take some calculated risks to learn how to pull the levers of the universe. ]
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I didn't say that - just that I'd like for the risk to be calculated. Besides, isn't it a waste to weaken one powerbase without strengthening another?
[ ... actually...... ]
Don't answer that, I know you love your violent anarchy.
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Not just me.
[ He was giving humanity exactly what it wanted in terms of world-ending hyper-violence. ]
One could test the opposite, at least in theory -- "Niesha can protect us," "Niesha can keep Nemesis at bay." But reassuring a city would be more difficult than stirring up panic.
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[ Niesha can handle her own PR, he's not touching that nightmare with a ten foot pole, thank you very much. ]
What I am wondering is if there is a limit to what 'expectations' can influence. Is it just this world, Niesha and the wraiths? Things that belong her? Or would it be possible to siphon power for yourself, as a Soul that came here from a different world?
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[ He tilts his wrist as he says it, emphasizing the little test scratches by way of illustration. But. Talking politics and power is stirring up curiosity that he's been keeping in check since Gil told him on the train about taking control of the PLANTs and the Alliance. Rau knows Gil as a researcher, but Gil as a political force is mostly a matter of informed guesswork. This could be a decent time to needle more information out of him about it. ]
Though you’ll want to find somewhere -- [ he relaxes his wrist, deliberately brushing his hand against Gil’s fingers with the tiny movement ] -- to “redirect that hypothetical power” first. To be safe, that is.
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When he then leans back and focuses his eyes on Rau's face again, he once again feels the strange difference of time between them. ]
If I told you I want that power for myself, you'd have every right to scold me for having learned nothing.
[ He has learned nothing. ]
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[ Rau's voice is still light and lazy, but a forced quality starts to creep in at the very edges of the words, and he reaches out to place a hand over Gil's chest for a beat. Rau isn't bothered by wanting power -- playing god is only human. But if Gil hasn't learned anything from Rey choosing to shoot him in the chest over "destiny," then Rau is kicking him out in the snow without his coat. ]
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Not enough.
[ The blank melts away into a thin smile, melancholy and self-ironic. ]
I'll leave the living to the living, and I'm certainly not planning to make an afterlife that would make Rey sad.
[ He is still waiting for him, thinking he might arrive on the next train. What kind of expression would he greet him with? It's difficult to imagine. ]
But I'm myself, and I cannot let an imperfect world remain as is. This afterlife isn't sustainable - you know it, I know it, and surely so does Niesha.
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Perhaps it doesn’t want to be sustained.
[ But there’s no heat to the words. For all that the ever-increasing ghost and monster population shows that Requiem is unsustainable, souls really aren’t as self-destructive as living humans of the Cosmic Era, and this place hasn’t quite stirred up Rau’s inclinations to facilitate mass destruction yet.
And speaking of wrong answers -- well, a destroyed Requiem wouldn’t have much of a “tomorrow.” ]
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Rey wanted tomorrow, uncertain and imperfect. It's that wish that brought Gil here, and he should at least try to honor it.
So Gil won't argue the point of wanting. Instead, he asks a simpler question. ]
Do you want it to disappear? To disappear alongside it?
[ Rey is Rau and Rau is Rey, in essence but not in execution. Their desires are different, the way they feel about Gil and Gil feels about them is different. How different are their answers?
How much or little has death changed Rau from the beast clinging to existence for its own destructive purposes, vibrant and mesmerizing in just how alive it feels? ]