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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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[turbedon]

Yes, but I won't.

[what_do_you_see]

Why not? [frustrated growl, you're losing him again]

[turbedon]

Because I'd have to kill you. And I don't mean that in a 'this is one heck of a secret that no other soul should know of but me'.

The one sure fire way to get an Infiltrator back to Investigator mode is to kill them. But sometimes people don't come back, and if they do, they might hold a grudge or be, oh, I don't know, traumatised by being killed?

So please try not to get stab-happy with other Travelers.

[what_do_you_see]

Killing does it? [Well, he can probably convince some other people to kill him if you won't, Dick, and that is very, very useful knowledge, thank you.] Hurm.

[turbedon]

Warning you in advance - don't start killing people to get them outfiltrated. Not everyone's cool with that.

[what_do_you_see]

Little young to be playing policeman. [Not that he has any plans to go around stabbing people, but it's interesting that that's what Dick assumes he'd do with the knowledge.]

[turbedon]

'bout as tall as you and I don't have to stick to a policeman's rules.