[Oh, dear. Owen watches Fandaniel's outburst placidly, arms still crossed over his chest as the man rants and waves at the sky. It's a man pushed to his breaking point, and perhaps it would have been better if someone with more sympathy kept Fandaniel from certain doom.
Calling Owen heartless might not be much of a stress, or so it seems that way, with how he just tilts his head, humming in thought.]
Why chase after the memory instead of letting yourself enjoy it? You know she's not here, but can you not just close your eyes and remember instead of being swept up in the frenzy of something that wants to destroy you?
[That's what Owen assumes is the reason behind so many of the game's little... oddities. It all seems so malicious, so pointed, that it feels more like someone is doing a study to see how people react to having their trauma shoved in their face then trying to make a VR MMORPG.
The winds continue to blow, continue to whisper, but Owen remains seemingly cool and unaffected by whatever it is he's hearing. Heartless, detached, broken... Maybe that's what it is.]
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Calling Owen heartless might not be much of a stress, or so it seems that way, with how he just tilts his head, humming in thought.]
Why chase after the memory instead of letting yourself enjoy it? You know she's not here, but can you not just close your eyes and remember instead of being swept up in the frenzy of something that wants to destroy you?
[That's what Owen assumes is the reason behind so many of the game's little... oddities. It all seems so malicious, so pointed, that it feels more like someone is doing a study to see how people react to having their trauma shoved in their face then trying to make a VR MMORPG.
The winds continue to blow, continue to whisper, but Owen remains seemingly cool and unaffected by whatever it is he's hearing. Heartless, detached, broken... Maybe that's what it is.]