[Fiction] Perspectives

[Singularity]

The soft light of dawn paints the clear sky a soft shade of pink and it leaves long shadows along the dried land, adding to the mystery of the dried clay scent on the air. The scoria littering the land between small sage bushes look even more red in the light, highlighting the majestic sight of the Badlands. The loose clay and dirt shift and tumble away beneath Singularity's bare feet as he lazily saunters across the land. The pink light plays across his silver eyes and short locks of silver hair, contrasting with his loose black pants and light grey wifebeater top. An air of calm and peace surrounds the nova as he strolls by a large collection of sage bushes and a content and effortless smile dominates his face. He never had a chance to appreciate this part of his home country and although sight-seeing was not his purpose here it's definitely a fringe benefit.

Tall, rainbow colored buttes distantly flank Singularity to either side as he continues on his apparently aimless path. It's a shame Regan can't be here, she would love to see this place, but sometimes a clear enough memory is better than a picture for telepaths. For now, though, Singularity enjoys the view while reviewing the area with a relaxed eye. He knows there's another node nearby, that much is clear, and he can see the subtle quantum affects of a nova's presence. No one has shown themselves yet but that's just fine with Singularity. Time isn't an issue, never really is when you truly think about it, and forcing things will just make it worse.

The smell of blood slowly mingles with the dry air as Singularity slowly starts up a hill and he can see the very obvious manipulation of quantum rippling throughout the area. He knows the other nova is close and probably watching him as he intrudes on the nova's territory. Singularity simply continues on, patiently secure in the knowledge that he's in the right place.

[Wakinyan]

Wakinyan had not slept over the night. In fact all he did as the stars twirled slowly overhead was sit there on his haunches like a statue. A massive wound covered him, the thick fur hide that coated his upper body was missing. His muscles had been exposed to the air glistening a bright red, from the base of his thick neck to his mid torso his hide was simply missing. Where his hide remained it was pink and fresh, his immense stamina working hard to seal the grotesque and horrific breach of flesh.

By the time dawn came Griffin's healing was still only half done. Still pulling itself together in a slow creep. It could have been done faster no doubt but it seemed Wakinyan was in no hurry to heal. His head hung low and his eyes did not move. when he heard an intruder move through his valley he pondered going out to deal with it but the scent of who approached was familiar. The scent of a man who he could not likely kill even if he wanted to do so.

"Yo, Sing." Wakinyan spoke just before Singularity crested the hill and came upon the flat top of his new home. A home with richly carved beautiful sculptures in the rocks and now splattered and covered in dried blood. "It's been awhile."

[Singularity]

"Yep," Singularity replies with a friendly smile as his head just peeks over the crest of the hill, "Not since last winter in Tokyo." Unlike the very precise motions that betrayed an endless source of violence that once defined him when Wakinyan saw him last, Singularity's easy gait seems to be more fluid and natural rather than carefully tailored, albeit still hinting at what's inside him to the right people. Reaching the crest of the hill, he circles around the area and quietly admires the commanding view and the artwork. That air of calm and contentment remains as he nods in appreciation, "You certainly pick the spots, Wakinyan. The sky, the hills, the artwork... makes me wish I'd been an artist."

Turning to face the griffin, Singularity's silver eyes flick quickly over the mutilated body. The garishness of the exposed muscles seems to be lost on the ex-elite as the air of peace doesn't leave him. He looks up to meet Wakinyan's gigantic blue eyes, "So how does the other guy look?" A quick chuckle escapes his lips and he quickly amends his statement with a smile that would fit an old man, "Or perhaps I should just ask 'Why?'"

[Wakinyan]

Wakinyan watches Singularity with some distain as the former elite comes full circle appreciating the new home. "Being an artist isn't as great as you would think." He scrabbles some rocks around with his paws for a moment then meets the eyes of the all to human looking Nova.

He takes a moment pondering how to answer why he has butchered himself like he has. "No this was just a solo work this time. Someone mentioned that would like it so I gave it to them." He is lying or there is simply more to it than he is letting on but he doesn't elaborate at the moment. The griffin visibily sniffs at the air a moment then looks questioningly at the other Nova. "Samhra didn't come with you did she?" It is obvious he hopes she has not.

[Singularity]

Whether he's interested in the evaded question or not is lost as Singularity shrugs in response to Wakinyan's answer. Whatever his new attitude is, it seems to be an unflappable one. It doesn't smell of arrogance or superiority, just a feeling of being at peace.

"No," Singularity shakes his head with a color of affection, "The timing didn't quite work out, though she wishes she could be here." His lips purse with interest for a moment, "But it was quite a walk to get here... took me a full day to find you." Despite still standing in front of Wakinyan while looking up, he seems to be as comfortable as someone sitting down. His eyebrows raise with friendliness as he speaks again, "Anyways, it's a bit of a coincidence that you mention Regan, that's one of the reasons why I'm here. Do you have some time to talk?"

[Wakinyan]

"I do believe I do yes. I still have awhile before I really feel like doing any moving anyway." He ponders what could bring him out here just to talk to him about Regan. God where they having problems? Franklin didn't seem upset but maybe he was just hiding it well. How could he possibly be one to give advice about a relationship!? He had just torn the hide from his body to give to someone who didn't even care for him, at least not in the way he wanted.

Wakinyan takes a deep breath and lets it out unsettle to see his muscles react the way they do as he continues to slowly knit a new skin.

"Lay it on me."

[Singularity]

Singularity weaves his fingers together and they hold his loose arms together at his waist as he keeps looking at Wakinyan, "I'm here to gain a bit of understanding, if not share it with you. Obviously, you've gone through a number of changes over the past year or so... a few major, a few minor." A look of amused resignation appears briefly on his face, "And, as I'm sure you know, Regan and Sakurako always want to help in whatever way they can. I understand the last time was rather dangerous and, although I cannot speak for Sakurako, I know Regan is still going to try to help you even when it's dangerous." His eyes drift to the side for a moment and obvious affection warms his appearance, "She's always been more than happy to help the people in her life, she always will, and I wouldn't want to see her change."

Silver eyes slide back to the blue saucers and he continues, "Which means that there's a chance her path will cross with yours during some troubling times in the future and, consequentially, so will mine. Hence, I'm here because I want to understand." Before Wakinyan can grumble about another biped patronizing him, Singularity tilts his head and continues, "I understand that words cannot replace true experience but it's the only way we have available to communicate. Although I have read your own musing about it on the OpNet several times and I have had Regan's animal instincts leak into my own mind, I'd like to hear you describe it, really describe it, when you can interact with me." He quickly holds up a finger, as if remembering something, "There's also one other thing but we can save that for later... in fact, it'd be much more appropriate for it to come second."

[Wakinyan]

"So let me get this straight you are hear to listen to me do what? Bitch?" Totem cocks an ears as the other one folds slightly. He shakes his massive head and watching the white haired man for a moment.

He realizes he is serious as Singularity waits for him to begin. "Okay fine. If you want me to illustrate the last two years of your life the best way to put it is roller coaster. I am not even sure where to begin."

"From day one I was the big deal around here. I was the second fucking coming of Christ for the Injuns." He sighs. "Only thing is I didn't feel like the second coming. What I feel like is that I am on a razors edge all the time. Every basic instinct is so grotesquely magnified at times. What is worst of all is a good portion of those times I never even realize that my instincts are guiding my emotions!"

A perfect example of what he just said is how angry he looks at himself at the moment. "God Sing I am such a screwed up mess! Last summer I tried to steal Juri away. This year it is carver, only with carver I had to take it to the next fucking level. I got so screwed up in knots over her going out with that XWF punk that I got possessive. All I wanted to do was hurt her like she did when she rejected me. I toyed with her own mental issues and that is why I am currently skinless. I convince myself these are the right things to do but they aren't how can they be!"

Wakinyan palms a rock and turns of over so it is facing upright in his palm. The rock is no rock at all but actually one of Carver's many sculptures.

"Then there is Apep. I love her. But I feel like i am some charity case that she tolerates. Hell if I was just some joe average human looking Nova I don't think she would have ever bothered with me. Maybe even disliked me! I need some kind of stability and I.." He hangs his head trying to not allow Franklin to see tears welling in his eyes. "I can't keep getting rejected because of who I am."

[Singularity]

As he listens to Wakinyan speak, Singularity remains silent and nods encouragingly here and there. No judgment and no counterpoints, just listening. He stands there with an open face while quietly absorbing everything the huge nova has to say. Tilting his own head to better see Wakinyan, the ex-elite nods as the griffin drops his head and finish, "No, I don't believe anyone could. But it could be said that anyone rejecting who they themselves are is equally bad."

The slow march of the sun gradually shortens the shadows and the pink tint to everything fades away to the beginnings of the daily light that bakes the clay on the hill. Not obviously acknowledging the tears, Singularity continues to speak with a tone of compassion that already joined the calm in his voice, "From what it seems, you are much more comfortable with who and what you are. I don't know if Apep or someone else has helped you out with that, but it's an impressive feat from my perspective. It took me a very long time to learn that lesson myself." He still doesn't move from his standing position, respecting Wakinyan's space, "Regardless, that does help put some things into perspective and I understand why that hurts so much.

"Your instincts," Singularity coaxes with that same tone, "They're inseparably apart of you, right? And I remember you mentioning that you've been playing by human rules instead of the rules of your instincts... what are the rules that are actually driving you?"

[Wakinyan]

Wakinyan freezes the tears away through will. Tiring of the constant roller coaster of his emotions he straightens his head.

"What are the most base of instincts? Eat, Sleep and Sex?" The griffin shiver as the skin of his hide creeps a little further of his raw exposed flesh. "It boils down to that but it branches into much greater complexity. Now take that and dip it into sentience and you get me. Well more or less."

The long tail snaking out from behind him snaps at his own annoyance to his situation. "Apep has helped me so much. I care for her so much. But I feel like a charity case for her. I don't see her often and I wanted her to evolve from being a mentor or a teacher and become an equal. We are lovers but I don't think we are getting to the level of peers and I don't know if I ever truly could. She has a big head start on me."

"Then to make matter worse there is Carver. I saw her and I thought she would be so much like me. We could help each other, support one another. But... She sought that elsewhere with Jager. How fucked up is that to go in directions? Apep one way Jager the other? I couldn't have been more wrong about us. It just didn't feel wrong."

A saber length talon slides into the stone and begins making a slow outward spiraling circle as he continues his vent. "Then there is the girls who are fascinated by me. Like little girl loves unicorns I seem to touch that part of them. Juri before she just went her own way after satisfying her curiosity. Now Thoughtwave asks the same thing of me."

The circle continues a perfect symmerty as he spirals it outward. " Personally I just don't trust myself to play my little pony for these girls who want me to fulfill some magical fantasy desire. Fuck, I am not sure what to give them. And what I am willing to give them they sure as hell don't want." It is easy to see those circles in the stone as his body. Piercing his flesh and taking long cuts that traversed his broad chest and flanks. The precision of the stonecutting indicates his personal butchery was likely just as skilled.

[Singularity]

Again, Singularity listens to Wakinyan without saying a word. A small breeze starts to rise and swirl around the hill, probably looking to play with the slowly healing griffin resting on the hill, and the black Eufiber of Singularity's pants softly flutter in the eddy of air. "Apep seems to have given you a lot of valuable guidance," he says with a slight nod of his head, "But don't forget that her path, like Carver's, is exactly that: hers. It took me awhile to learn for myself that we all walk our own unique path to enlightenment and self fulfillment." A smile of remembrance pops onto his face for a moment, "All Apep, Jager, or any other person can do is show you one side of the path but we can only guide ourselves. Limiting your relationship with Apep, even in your mind, as a teacher or mentor can only put limits on you, both as her lover and your own enlightenment." Just as he finishes, his silver eyes close and he chuckles softly while shaking his head, making the reflected sunlight from his hair dancing across the hill, "Sorry, I don't mean to sound like some kind of preaching idiot and I know you understand how the world works. That lesson took me a long time to learn, despite its painful obviousness, and it's fresh on my mind."

The breeze continues its attempt to engage Wakinyan in its play as Singularity adjusts his head to look at the spiral from an angle similar to Wakinyan's. He crouches down to look at it appreciatively with silver orbs, "And I can see what you mean regarding the girls and Jrui: they live in their world, you live in yours, and, unfortunately, they just don't fit together."

Moving with his innate grace, Singularity stretches back out to his normal height and looks back up to Wakinyan, "So, if I understand correctly, this is part of the problem of you having to interact with them using their rules, human rules, instead of yours, right?" The griffin's head leans back a bit and Wakinyan gives Singularity an obvious "Well no shit" look. Whether Singularity is bothered by the look is lost on his peaceful expression and the former elite raises his eyebrows, "What do you say to interacting with me on your terms? No human terms, not mine, but by your rules." He smiles again, "Well, that's not entirely accurate. I'm not an attractive woman and I'm in a rather committed relationship, so there'd be one rule in place, eh?"

[Wakinyan]

"By my rules? By my rules this is just fine. What you see is what you get. You didn't come up here looking to challenge me. You came up here respecting my territory. While the intrusion riled me a bit but I allowed it."

He sighs completing the spiral and withdrawing his claws. With the flat of his paw he brushes the chipped stone and dust away from his handy work. The dust swirls upward into a dust devil that circles him for a moment before it goes it's own way. "By my terms.. Well you just are not a threat to me now. You don't challenge me for a mate and don't worry I do not consider you one. Rival maybe, hunting partner sure but right now you are a friend."

Wakinyan settles himself and begins sunbathing in the morning light. "It wasn't a bad thing you and Regan got together." He states out of the blue. "I am glad she found you. She needed someone who wouldn't make her a victim like she had been. With a few exceptions, she has come closer to killing me than anyone else. That makes me flinch every time I think of her."

[Singularity]

Singularity's legs fold up beneath him as he sits down next to Wakinyan, "That cry of hers is rather powerful isn't it... You know she almost killed me the first time we met, right?" He chuckles and nods when the griffin turns to confirm the statement, "She was the one who psychically screened me when I decided to join the Project. That was not long after Regan lost Julie, hence I really wasn't the type of person she wanted to see. So I dropped my defenses to let her in, I gave her something she really didn't expect, and both of us were convinced I had changed my ways." His eyes unfocus and he looks off to the side, conjuring up a memory, "She never did anyting and she's never admitted it, but I think a small part of her wanted to turn my mind into tapioca pudding for what Simms had done, just to get some kind of closure or vengence over her loss. It's funny, such a simple and unexpected moment of trust on both our parts has fundamentally altered our lives and the changes feel so right, so natural, and so timeless."

The simple seat on the ground seems to natural fit Singularity, as if it was the perfect place for him to sit. It's obvious he isn't forcing the effect, it's just a natural part of him, and it's not clear if it's presence is lost on him. "But thank you," he continues, "I think we've been very good for each other. The confidence and comfort she's gained over the past year is amazing... Your instincts that got passed over to her were no small part of that, it helped accelerate her own growth." He gives the griffin a shrug, "Regan and I have been extremely lucky to find each other. Even if you consider part of her is linked to and still misses Julie I wouldn't want her any other way. Our situation isn't exactly the best mark to measure against, eh?"

[Wakinyan]

"Well like I said. Good for you both. I am glad she got something positive from my fucked up mind. I am sure it helps in bed. Well in bed at least in my opinion I guess."

Wakinyan shrugs. "What do you want me to say Frank? I am a fuck up and I know it. Look at me. I just sent a girl my fucking hide because I like her. How the fuck does one get it in there mind when they like someone that sending them part of themselves is gonna win them over?!"

The beastial Nova waves a large paw in the air between him and Singularity. "Everyone seems to be interested in listening to be bitch lately and I appreciate it I guess but bitching all I want isn't going to help me solve these proplems I am having. Or rather the problem everyone else is having when I just want to be what I am."

[Singularity]

Dust swirls up and Eufiber ruffles as the massive paw creates a small breeze while being swung and Singularity shrugs as the air rushes over him, "I can't speak for the rest, but you know why I'm here. And you're being who you are with me right now and I there hasn't been any problems, eh?"

He tilts his head and continues before Wakinyan can interject, "But I understand what you mean. You're talking about Juri and Carver." He pauses for a beat, as if considering something, and speaks again, "Someone very callous once told me how they rationalized their decisions. If you strip away morality, ethics, and society and get right down to our choices, anyone can do whatever the want as long as they're willing to accept the consequences. So it could be argued that if you resist the urge to snatch up Carver again then it's still you being what you are. Your instincts might be louder than mine, but your sentience still persists. Whatever consequences stop you from snatching Carver again, in the example, are just another factor that helps shape who you are instead of an alien framework that's being forced on you." Singularity gives the griffin resigned smile, "But I could be completely wrong. After all, the person that told me that was a psychopath in the truest sense and stooped to depravities denounced by anyone who learned of them."

Singularity raises his empty hands up while raising his eyebrows, "The hide, however, does remind me of middle school. Pulling a girl's pony tail because she was cute and things like that. It must be that X chromosome, it makes us to strange things. But, really, don't feel too bad about yourself. You're at lot further along understanding yourself than most novas, that in itself is a feat worth admiring."

[Wakinyan]

"You do not understand. The pain helps. Though not even so much anymore. Not since I was lying there sure I was dead several months ago has any of this felt entirely real to me. I cut myself, I feel the pain but it's detached. I dunno."

Wakinyan grumps idly scratches behind his left ear with a rear leg. "I gave Carver the pelt because she has asked for it. I gave it to her so it was a pain I could control. Instead of the one she is controlling."

The itch annoys him further as he digs with more ferocity behind his head. "Oh and also... I am sorry I almost killed your love. Don't worry about the 'if you had you would be dead' stuff. If I had I would likely have done it myself before you could have touched me. Samhra and Endeavor are some of my best friends. Amazingly enough that will I have tried to kill them a few times and they me I have never tried to snatch them away.. I am not sure what that says."

[Singularity]

"Killing only perpetuates more killing," Singularity shakes his head, "No matter how right vengeance feels. But thank you nonetheless." Another self-aware chuckle makes his chest dance, "Listen to me, I sound like a character from a B-movie."

Singularity leans his body back a bit to watch Wakinyan scratch the itch and to avoid the massive limb that's doing the scratching, "Well, it's obvious that from my perspective you'd be crazy to not be attracted to Regan, though Endeavor really isn't my type. Who knows why you haven't tried to take them... could be you're looking for some specific traits or it's as random as love tends to be. Or it's probably something as simple as how you see them. Occam tends to be right about these things, eh?"

[Wakinyan]

"I dunno really. I never locked onto those two. Not like I have others. I pondered Samhra before you came into her life but dismissed her that way. She seemed to be a better big sister for me than lover. Endeavor, she is just an odd one. I mean, I would love to play out some fun fantasy with her but I want to be friends with her. Dunno if we could keep that after being freaky with each other."

The itching begins to lessen and his paw slows down once more until it finally comes to rest.

"Juri showed interest and that did a number on me. Having a crush is always ego stroking and I thought maybe she could handle me being me. No dice their she has moved on. Apep we talked about already.. Carver, I screwed up big time with her. I thought I saw something in one another and it just didn't work. Every time I talked to her I made it worse. So fuck it ya know. I am not going to find what I am looking for and I have to accept it." Again his frustration is nearly a physical thing but on the good side he manages to keep his anger in check.

[Singularity]

A disarming chuckle colors and enhances Singularity's words, "You realize this means you'll get what you want now, right? For me, fate and its kooky sense of humor only seems to give me what I want when I don't want it. Sort of a catch 22, eh? Give up on something and it drops into your lap." A butterfly catches his eye and he continues, "Maybe things aren't meant to be with Carver and the others and maybe they are. I'm not a precog, but I've heard Alex, Preston, and the Mathematician all comment on how nothing is really set in stone. But you're right not to like the situation. It's frustrating as hell and there's no good answers in sight.

"By the way," Singularity says as he turns back to look at Wakinyan's saucer-sized blue eyes, "I'd like to hear your take on how you deal with what we are." He chuckles a bit in response to Wakinyan's incredulous look, "Apep has obviously helped you understand things in a new way, it's given you a kind of peace you didn't have before, and I'd like to hear about it. Each of us have our own philosophies and it's a good thing to expose ourselves to the different perspectives."

[Wakinyan]

"Wow, an interesting question." Wakinyan rubs the tip of his beak a moment then gesticulates with his paws.

"First I want to say I have been shown the roads of Teras. The paths that can be walked by those willing to walk it. Have I begun yet?" He shakes his large head and shrugs. "No. Why? I am not sure that is the route we should all take. To me it feels like we are once again limited what we are by saying. You have three options. Chocolate, Vanilla and Strawberry. If you don't choose one you are screwed. When we all know for a fact that Butter Pecan is a superior path." His humor illustrates his point but he finishes anyway. "I haven't turned me back on what Teras can offer but I haven't turned my back on anything else yet either."

The wound ensnaring his body begins healing at a unbelievably rapid rate. He seems to have finished allowing himself to be wounded. Wether his mood has changed or he was simply done mourning is not clear. "So my own philosophy huh? Well it is simple. I try to let go. I try to hold myself to nothing more than simply accept this is the way things are. I am a spirit a reflection of something that stirs in the soul of man and beast. Yet I am more than just that. I am primeval, a force of nature something that simply is and does. You don't question it anymore than you do the sun rising in the east. The of course I am a fucked up Injun kid stuck piloting this force of nature. Who knows better than to send a tornado through a trailer park, despite how tempting it is."

Wakinyan let's that sink in a moment he stands and moves toward the entrance to his decorated burrow. "Shit I am rude sorry. You want something to drink? I got kegs and kool-aid on ice back here if you want some."

[Singularity]

While Wakinyan speaks, Singularity returns to quietly listening to the griffin's words. The information and philosophy is sucked up by the former elite like a sponge. When Wakinyan moves to the cave Singularity's legs unfold and he follows along with a friendly shake of his head, "No, I'm fine. But thank you for the offer, I appreciate it."

Singularity's right hand loosely grabs his left wrist and his whole body seems to be one relaxed muscle as he stops at the mouth of the cave to wait for Wakinyan, "So it's a matter of listening to and following your instincts? I can certainly understand and relate to the 'being' as opposed to 'thinking' aspect of things, but even the most Zen baselines and novas still acknowledge the sentience in all of us. Forgive my obtuseness, but how does your ability to think rationally or socialize get incorporated into this?" The disarming and peaceful smile appears again, "Because I'm not sure if I understand how instincts go towards forming a verbal method of communicating the foundation to a philosophy to those who don't necessarily follow said philosophy."

[Wakinyan]

"God damn you Wasicu like to over complicate things." Wakinyan growls from within the cavern. The noise of crunching ice and rustling is heard a moment before silence and the Griffin comes out a moment later.

"Sure I realize I am me. I am going to be me. But I am trying to keep things simple. You don't have to just go all introverted to try and figure out the great mysteries of what we are. The question to the question of everything is simple. Do you want to hear it?"

He pauses as he pokes open the keg he is holding and takes a long drink. "The question to all of this is. Everything. Simple as that. You was to go Quantifying it or grasping at the beyond it will surely make you more powerful and wise but the question is do you want to be? Notice all this bullshit Novas go on about self evolution? Why do we need to do that? Why can we not shut the fuck up and just enjoy our new lives? This isn't a god damn race."

He snorts and then makes the observation. "You and Samhra on that island. You are happy you both are. Why do you need to pursue something that might muck that up in the end. Why not just make some babies and live you life happy until it's end. If it ever does of course."

[Singularity]

The anger in Wakinyan's voice rolls off of Singularity as he follows the griffin back to a place for them to sit. An amused look covers his face again, "Whoever said I was racing towards some kind of prize? I agree with you that we should simply let it be and live our lives. I don't ponder existence with the intent to fight some kind of holy war like the Teragen or others, I ponder existence for the sake of existence. Rather, I do it because I enjoy it and not out of some urge for power. I'm not Mal, Ashnod, or any of the others who think deep thoughts to boldly yank the rest of us into the future. Why would anyone presume to know the perfect path for everyone in the world?"

Legs effortlessly fold together as Singularity sits again, "Some would argue that I think about this kind of thing because it defines sentience, the ability to ask 'Why are we here?' Others would say I'm working towards leaving this realm of suffering to enter nirvana." He tilts his head as he looks at Wakinyan, "But me, I do it because it brings me a sense of peace. 'Just being' for me includes talking about interesting topics and exploring what it means for me to be me." A broad grin takes his face, "As for the kids, I'll be sure to mention to Regan that you think we need to increase the population of our little island."

[Wakinyan]

"I hope you two have lots of indesctructible little winged novas. I am sure they would be raised right no doubt." Wakinyan takes another long swallow of beer. "You are wise not to ask for to much. How high do we need to go? How much should we learn? I dunno but I will say it all goes back to greed. Greed is what will doom us."

He let's that sit in silence and he drains a good deal more of the brew. "Whatever drug you are on Sing I will take it. While I might accept what I am and what I do. I will admit my control still needs some work and despite some of my actions I am not out of control entirely. Though I am sure it seems that way."

[Singularity]

Singularity holds up his empty hands again with a shrug, "Sorry, the most any of us can do for each other is shed some light on a different part of the path. I really have a hard time explaining what it's been like my own death experience... the best description I've come up with is 'I am.' But if you really want, I can introduce you to someone that's particularly skilled at illuminating things."

A friendly smile spreads over his mouth and he gently knocks his shoulder into Wakinyan's side, "Speaking of just living life, let's go find a herd of bison or deer; I'll catch and release and you can get some lunch. I promise I'll even stay on the ground."