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[what_do_you_see]

[The voice coming across the psychic network is probably completely unfamiliar to most of the Travelers - Rorschach talked to very few people on his first time in Liminal Space, and during the Jaunt, as Vilmos, he didn't have the same rough, growling rasp.]

Who allowed this?

Cold, suffocating dark goes on forever, we are alone, and yet some force can bend a man's mind, put him in another place, give him another's memories, make him lead a life he never had? We suffer in oblivion and make our own choices to keep us as hell-bound as those that came before us and yet some corrupted, corrupting force plays the part of a non-existent God and twists those choices, the only thing to give a life purpose, to make them meaningless?

Who is responsible?

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[someonetocarry]

Maybe. But you might need more'n just the tools those gods give you t'get it done. Don't go jumpin' in too soon. Take your time and think it out first.

You got a name, son?

[what_do_you_see]

Not your son. [And he's likely a good bit older than Zoe, but he will offer] Rorschach.

Don't need advice on timing, either.

[someonetocarry]

[Could be, but until she knows that, she's used to being strange young mens' superiors, and she's pretty sure she's at least more mature than somebody spouting poetry when he's upset, and currently talking like a grumpy child.]

You're a friendly one, ain't you. If you didn't want nobody to offer you advice, might not wanna put yourself out on the network with a question.

[what_do_you_see]

Not looking for advice, looking for answers. Only way to get them is to ask. Simple equation.

[someonetocarry]

Sure there is. Ask one or two people at a time, not every gorram person here. Which is what you did. And now yer enjoyin' what happens next.

[what_do_you_see]

Yes. Very helpful.