Practical Philosophy, Thursday

[endsthegame]

"I realize it's been something of a summer," Ender said lightly, "And that doesn't leave us with a great deal of space for reflection."

But the sun was shining. He'd even brought out sodas and cupcakes for the occasion, though the usual staples of water and sandwiches were also available.

"So I think this is a good moment for us to fall back to a question that's a cornerstone of, I think, most of our conversation, our ability to relate one another, and maybe humanity - perhaps, sentience in its entirely," he said, twisting the top off his bottle of water. "How are you doing?"

A pause.

That turned into a silence.

It was the question, after all.

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Re: Talk.

[endsthegame]

"Is death dealt so easily where you come from?" Ender asked.

Re: Talk.

[handystand]

"Oh, I don't know about normally," Okuyasu said. "But things sure got really deadly recently, with the serial killer and all the rowdy people with special powers. There was a lot."

Re: Talk.

[endsthegame]

"The... serial killer," Ender said slowly.

As a prompt, mind you, not because he was especially taken aback.

Re: Talk.

[handystand]

"I mean, we can't prove it, exactly," Okuyasu said. "He turned himself into someone else and then got run over by an ambulance. But he killed my friend and I think a lot of ladies."

He shook his head. "Was pretty nasty, over all. I think technically he killed me too, but I got better."

Re: Talk.

[endsthegame]

"That happens," said Ender, with the casual air of a man who had spent most of his life around Skywalkers at this point. "How do you feel about that?"