2025-09-07: Truth and Hope
- Log: Truth and Hope
- Cast: Myunghon Yeo, Miho Ijuuin
- Where: Miho's Penthouse, Aoba Ward, Sumaru City
- OOC Date: September 07, 2025
- IC Date: July 07, 2012
- Summary: Myunghon is terrorised by Tiger and Truth. In that order.
- Content Warnings: Suicidal behaviour and thoughts/ideation
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
Remi's been caring for Myunghon on some of the days in her apartment -- but today she has an appointment or task out elsewhere and there's something else important that Myunghon could be doing while Yua and Miho are out fulfilling important business throughout the day...
And thus, by the time Miho arrives home...
...
"help..."
Myunghon appears to have been trapped on the couch with Tiger sitting ontop of their belly. They look like they haven't been able to move for the last few hours. Tiger looks so pleased and victorious.
<Pose Tracker> Miho Ijuuin has posed.
Miho has been busy. Don't worry about how. It's better if more people don't know, because that's what's called 'plausible deniability.'
Still, as she steps inside with an, "I'm home," and looks around the apartment. She then sees the couch... and hears a desperate murmur for help.
Miho calmly changes her shoes into her house slippers and walks over to the couch. Her suit is immaculate; her hair is perfect. Her eyes are pitiless. She looks down upon Myunghon.
"No," Miho says, with all the gravity in the world.
Tiger meows triumphantly.
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
Myunghon is the very opposite of Miho. Their hair is disheveled and floofy; their eye is fill of terror and despair. Their suit and coat are rumpled and in disarray. Their arm is in a sling, because someone finally addressed the fact that Officer Ishiba actually has been tearing at that arm so much it's actually caused injury, and, of course, the rest of them are still in those old bandages that they enjoy wearing every day, courtesy of Miho.
"Oh..." Myunghon deflates and reaches up with their one good hand to Tiger's side for scritches. They recently started getting convinced by Lance that animals might not mean a terrifying time. It might still not be the case with Tiger.
"... Welcome home, nonetheless. I might be in trouble if I need to use the bathroom."
<Pose Tracker> Miho Ijuuin has posed.
Miho is helping! ...Wait, she's not helping? Hmm.
"However, if Tiger happens to decide to visit me instead of you, then I suppose that would be acceptable."
Miho actually quirks a smile at that, and moves to sit on the nearby chair. "Thank you."
Tiger may head over momentarily. Miho does look at him. On the other hand, she doesn't usually interfere with his Hunts.
"So, your imprisonment by cat aside, how are you feeling? We haven't been home to give you proper hospitality, but I'm sure Eiko-san saw to your needs."
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
Myunghon will endeavour to give Tiger more of the scritches he enjoys, then. They do actually lift themself up so they can at least sit up, rather than be pinned down on their stomach, because while Ishiba didn't hurt their stomach, the Reaper did. They don't answer Miho immediately -- but then pauses and says, as if realising they've been addressed, "My head's been very cloudy. At times I'll just drift out of conversation... at times it's as if I forget language for a few seconds."
A hesitant pause, and then, "... everyone says it is temporary and will pass." They're really, really hoping so.
They look to Miho again, and with a soft sigh. Would it be churlish to thank them? They want to. This is their home anyway, what do the NWO have, now that she's taken them in for recovery?
"... I should say thank you. It is a difficult position for you. But I will say it nonetheless. Because I am yours, as you said, am I not?"
<Pose Tracker> Miho Ijuuin has posed.
"I see. That is normal, for your situation," Miho replies. "It should pass, but there are mental exercises you can do to help yourself along. I remember them from the last time I took a head injury. I will have Ikeda-san share them with you."
Is that a thing? Apparently it's a thing. "If it does not pass, we will see you to medical treatment."
That sigh. Miho turns towards Myunghon--and finally, beckons Tiger towards herself.
"Should you?" Miho wonders. "Whether you should or not, you have."
"...You're welcome," she answers. "That is accurate. You are. So I would do it regardless of thanks."
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
"I... huh." Myunghon somehow doesn't register Miho as having the type to have had head injuries. Like even if a bullet was shot straight at Miho's head, she would just headbutt it and the bullet would lose. There's a quiet nod as Miho lays the plan out. It does feel good, again, to have someone with an assertive plan all laid out, that they don't have to worry in the slightest. ... a part of them wonders if this will be considered a favour. But speaking of favours--
"I made progress on that request of yours," Myunghon shares quietly. It's the request to look into the Blacksite NWO officers Miho made a month back or so. "Since you have the keys and will likely get to it before I can, I left it in our usual place."
Still speaking like there's bugging devices around them.
There might be. You can never tell.
Myunghon scoots a little closer. There's a pause, as they exhale gently. "... I have been thinking of something you said, that has not left my mind since."
<Pose Tracker> Miho Ijuuin has posed.
She does sports! Head injuries happen in sport. ...Of course, it could've been a bullet that lost the battle. Or any number of possibilities; she doesn't elaborate, for the moment. Instead she lays out a plan, as is her way.
"Good," Miho says. "I'll check on that soon." Perhaps the next time she's out. She doesn't tell Myunghon to calm down or not worry about it.
Instead...
"Yes?" Miho wonders.
"And what is that? I am willing to hear it."
She doesn't move for her part, except to continue to watch Myunghon, and to pet Tiger when he comes over without looking away.
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
There's something very pleasing about the way Miho interacts with others. They only speak in certainties. Myunghon likes certainties a lot. It means the variables are defined, and when variables are defined, they can then make further assumptions and hypotheses and not have them cave in. That's the way they view it, anyway. There's a luxurious little chuckle, despite their injury.
Myunghon leans a bit closer still. They try to make eye contact, with that gray, slightly filmy eye of theirs.
"You said I was a traitor."
A longer pause, then that eye looks away -- quivers, for a second.
"... I have replayed every millisecond of my life that I can think of since you said that." Oh, that's absolutely the kind of thing they'd devote way too many braincells to, wouldn't they? "And I still find myself... doubting. I doubt that what you said is because I betrayed the order. No, my betrayal of the Powers That Be," as Yua would put it, "would scarce draw such a provocation from you. So I omitted that."
There's a quivering little sigh, as they lay a hand on Miho's. Their long, slender fingers, palm wrapped in bandages. There's damage there, underneath. From Miho's Empusas.
"Where did I go astray, then...?"
<Pose Tracker> Miho Ijuuin has posed.
Miho also likes certainties, as it happens. They are reliable; they are the foundation of reliance. But Miho is a foundation, too. She matches Myunghon's eye contact with her own. Her gaze is steely, as always. Iron, even.
"..."
Miho waits for Myunghon to finish before she answers them, hears of the way that they've replayed their life. Eventually, though...
"I did. You were."
"...But as you say, I do not care of betraying them, who have betrayed us all before they even met us. ...No," she says.
"That is not why."
"...perhaps... 'You' never did. But the other 'You', the one in the True World..."
"They did."
A pause. Miho breathes in. "...I will tell you something, and it is not only for your peace of mind. I have other reasons. But I tell you this, and almost no one in this world knows it."
"Since I was a girl--since before we first met--since before I met even my Yua..."
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"...There were dreams."
Miho looks distant, now; she looks through the wall as much as at it, her hand stilling at Tiger's fur. "Fragments of visions, dreams of knowledge... Another world. A world where I was not the young girl beginning to fall out of step with the world, but older, with power. With strength. ...With one I loved."
"Our masks protected us, then. And we lived a grand life. Yua and I... and you, too. And others."
"Always, always, I heard the guidance of the Man in Black. He whispered to me of truths unspoken, of dreams unrealized. He told me what was 'reality'."
She settles her gaze back on Myunghon. "Because this is a false, fallen world. It is not how it 'must' be. Everything the Order seeks to achieve is a blasphemy of the truth. Their world without sin is a falsehood, an unholy aberration, an insult."
"...Compared to the True World, where Yua and I could live together, unfettered by mundane law..."
"In that world," Miho says, "You betrayed us."
"...Perhaps there is salvation in this world. Perhaps you have a chance to do better, and it will 'count' when I restore the Truth."
"I hope that is so. But it remains the case that in the reality that matters most, you betrayed us."
"So of course you would not remember. Perhaps you had good reasons; I never knew them. ...Because 'you' are not as you were. 'You' are not the same, either."
"Did you not wonder why I did not treat you with more malice? Why I would continue to speak with you, though I knew you had betrayed us?"
"...It is sentimentality. For the friends we became in 'this' world."
"I suppose even a fallen world has a few things to recommend it. A few."
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
Myunghon feels something cold incoming. It's not the air conditioner, which is set to a pleasant, moderate temperature; it's not the winds, since the windows are closed. Vulnerable as their body is, July weather can't make them shiver. No, what makes them tremble is something greater, deeper...
'They' never betrayed them. But the other 'they'...? There's that phrase again. The True World.
They betrayed her there.
Myunghon looks deeply puzzled by this; in no stretch of however far they can expand their cobwebs of hypotheses and variables can they account for 'another reality', because to do so would just be to... to upend everything. Anything is possible once you introduce multiverses into the equation. It damages their precious computations.
But they don't let themself be distracted by it, because... even before meeting Yua...
There are dreams.
Visions. Knowledge. Another world. There, too, she was falling out of step with the world -- but older, with power, with strength... with love. It doesn't sound so different from This Side, but they understand the implication of what power and strength lies here. A power without being burdened by the conspiracy. The order. They are shackled, all of them; their masks protected them. ... their Personae?
And they were there too.
There is a Man in Black that speaks of truths unspoken. Of another reality. They're thinking to the secret Umie entrusted to them. They wouldn't dare reveal her secret, of course, Umie trusted them with that. But they think of what Umie said too: how she's connected to the Old Maid. How he can only do it so many times before he 'runs out'...
It speaks to desperation. A desperation to reach for something that no longer is. Why is that? What falsities are there in the reality they speak of... and could that really be the case? They can't grapple with it, but they can't just disbelieve Miho with how fervently she speaks of it either...
"I..."
Myunghon sounds stunned as Miho says that this is a false world. That it isn't how it 'must' be. Even if it were complete lies, the ferocity in which Miho says them is so certain that it shakes them to their core. But the motive is laid bare:
The True World is the one where Yua and Miho can live together, unfettered by mundane law.
... and in that world... they betrayed them.
"I--" Myunghon suddenly tucks down, and starts coughing violently, clutching their lungs. There's that sensation again, a sensation as if their lungs are filled with water and chlorine; they can't breathe, they're drowning... unreality takes hold for a full three seconds, before they gasp for air, clinging onto Miho's side.
... what was that?
"I am not certain..." Myunghon stammers, trembling and weak, hands shaking. Their eye is full of fear. In the world, the reality that matters most... they betrayed her. With a soft whimper, they raise Miho's hands a little more firmly, guiding them towards their throat.
The implication is clear.
Tears are at their eye again. Even if they're cognitively not grasping it, not believing it, they're completely swept up by the intensity of Miho's gravity. That there is such a thing as truth for someone, so much so, that it matters not if they can't find their anchoring themselves in it.
"... if that 'other' reality where I betrayed you matters most... would it make it easier for you if you could shape 'this' reality a little closer to it?"
<Pose Tracker> Miho Ijuuin has posed.
Miho can't explain all of it in one sitting; already there are misconceptions, miscommunications, all the things that mark the effort to translate something into another person's understanding. Is it so strange to think of another world, when each person already lives within their own?
Myunghon seems stunned, and that is fair; it is a stunning truth. But Miho looks to Myunghon thoughtfully, at that drowning sensation in them.
"Memory..."
Miho feels her hand being moved. And Myunghon says they are not certain. "You need not be," Miho says. "I am."
But this...
Miho's expression hardens, suddenly. "You would end our dance for ease," Miho says dismissively, and rmoves her hand from Myunghon's throat.
"No. My hand is not the hand that stilled your heart in the True World. It would change nothing. If it were as simple as making this reality more 'like' the other, I would need more explosives and fewer friends."
A pause. "...No. It would not help. It is not that the other is what 'matters most'. It is that it is real. We are trapped in an illusion, Myunghon Yeo."
"Indulging in rearranging that illusion is a distraction from Truth."
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
Miho chides Myunghon sternly, and they suddenly feel very little, the way Miho puts it. Would they end their dance for ease? ... it would be so easy. Their lungs still ache. Their chest still aches. It feels like someone carved a chunk of it out, their blood is spilling out over a whole body of chlorinated water... again, the smell of disinfectant... but also the burning shame, embarrassment, frustration. Fear. They were too easy and too loose with their words, and they've been chided in the way the doctors do with them.
'Don't take the easy way out.'
Easy. They always call it easy. The doctors always said that, with a note of scorn and detachment in their voice. ... it's why it's easier to call failures 'Magic River Teleportation', nowadays.
Myunghon recovers their mask, and quietly pulls back and nods softly. "I forgot myself." It sounds a little more detached, a little cold, but not at Miho. But Miho explains that it wouldn't help. It wasn't even her that ended their life. Does that mean they know? They're afraid to find out. Would they even believe it?
"I see..." Myunghon drapes that new, mysterious coat a little closer around themself. "So that is your true power..." True power. There's that phrase again. Where'd they pick that up from?
"Then... how does one break free of this illusion?"
<Pose Tracker> Miho Ijuuin has posed.
Of course Miho would call it 'easy'. It's how she is. Anything that is not the path she sees before her is 'easy', a distraction.
It's definitely a chiding.
"Yes," Miho agrees, Myunghon did forget themself. Miho might know that answer; she doesn't volunteer it. Instead, she hears the way they put that--
"Yes," Miho says. "Since I was young, I have had the Visions, and with the Man in Black, the ability to interpret them."
A pause. "...I haven't found that yet," Miho says. "When I call upon the Mark on my arm, the True World grows stronger. However... It is not enough."
"I must rise in the Order, and seek the sources of their power."
"Then will I have the strength."
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
Myunghon doesn't have the time to wallow and dwell in the trauma of their suicidality, nor revel in the shame that it's been exposed and their masking has failed. Even if their feelings are raw and present and intense and they can't deal with it with their head threatening to split apart and collapse on them. Because Miho speaks of things more important than anything else.
"The Man in Black... do they have a name?" Myunghon dares to venture. It's so very Myunghon; even frayed and at the end of their rope emotionally, the analysis brain is still operating at full strength. It's the only thing they feel they have left that isn't damaged. Don't let Ishiba take that away from them too.
The 'ability' to interpret them... it's just as easy to say this Man in Black 'let' them think they have the power. But it seems like Miho has her own inkling of what true power is, because she hasn't found it yet. But....
Miho can't miss it. The way Myunghon reacts when she talks about 'the Mark on her arm' is telling. It's not the first time they've heard of it. Lines are already being drawn, hypotheses becoming closer to solidifying as theory. Connections becoming clearer, but in this instance, becoming more dangerous as they leap to draw a conclusion that may be entirely as false as Miho believes 'This Side' to be.
"I see..." Myunghon quietly lowers their head. "The Order is inexplicably connected to this Mark, then... do you believe the Man in Black to be the one who bestowed it upon you?"
<Pose Tracker> Miho Ijuuin has posed.
Miho's approach to her own traumas, and they do exist, has largely been to rub some dirt in the wound and move on. But Myunghon has questions.
"Presumably," Miho says, "But I don't know what it is."
It's easy to say a lot of things. But Myunghon looks to a conclusion--and Miho tilts her head, thinking of it.
"Yes," Miho says. "And... Yes," Miho says, "But, there are things I don't know."
"The chosen of the ORder also have this Mark. It is why they welcomed me so... warmly," she says, and her voice is not at all warm about it.
"They believe me one of them because of it."
"Why he would do this, I don't know. I believe..."
Miho's eyes become avid. "I believe that it is a sign. A sign that I will find what I am looking for, here. He has laid the trail before me. i need only find the signs, interpret them, and follow towards the place where I will find Truth."
"I know nothing of their idol. But they believe I hold its power. ...I will use that belief."
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
Like Miho, the shape of the path is starting to become a bit clearer for Myunghon. Myunghon knew inklings of what the New World Order wanted -- a 'world without sin' -- but the shape of the conspiracy was never clear to them. They knew from Blacksite Revelation that they kidnapped people to provoke the potential within them. They knew many government officials were involved. They knew they had their hands in many different segments of the upper crust -- business, government, medicine, even international affairs.
But the motive was always lacking. A 'world without sin' was vague. But to hear Miho speak of how those chosen in the Order have the same Mark Umie -- and Miho -- have contextualises this. They think Miho is one of them. That's why she curries so much favour with them. That's why Umie's in so much danger -- she's a loose asset, a threat, to them, isn't she?
Miho speaks of an idol. It's easy to imagine a shadowy, cognitive presence that bestows power upon those who believe. They can scarce grapple that the New World Order has such a cultish shape at the top... and yet, it makes sense, in a way. A petty conspiracy shaped around power grabs often does not have such a centralising persence.
No... you need the fervent zealousness of a cult to make that work.
"... you've spoken a lot. Will you be punished for this?" Myunghon quietly asks, that concern rising to the top. "I worry a lot, too. When Yua is forced to walk the tightrope of speaking or not speaking, knowing she will be punished for it in some manner."
But...
"If this Truth comes to light..." Myunghon whispers quietly. "I may no longer be present to congratulate you." Their tears are back again. Why does it feel so... nostalgic? Not in a warm, kind way, the way people have rose-tinted glasses for such; no, theirs is a nostalgia caked in chlorine and death and blood.
"But to imagine the world where you and Yua are free... is nonetheless something I can take solace in."
<Pose Tracker> Miho Ijuuin has posed.
Miho of course does not know all of the secrets--but she knows some. She knows this one.
"If it comes out that I have shared so much with you of the Order itself, I will have trouble to deal with," Miho says simply. "So do with that information what you will. But they do not know of my dreams. Or at least, i have never told them."
But Yua, "Yua they can punish, and usually, they punish Yua if they wish to influence me. But they know not to hold too tightly."
"Most of their number bleed and die as easily as any."
But the Truth... Hmmm. "That is possible," Miho says. "But..."
She reaches out, and wipes a tear with her thumb. "If I have the choice, I will cleanse you, rather than see you destroyed. And hope that the friendship you offered in an illusion might become the truth."
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
"I must be upsetting them, if another sect is hunting me as actively as they have," Myunghon ruminates, because they're on the topic of punishment. They still think it's because they had a hand in Kaneshiro. They might be correct; they might not be. But Miho says of how they use Yua to punish Miho, and Myunghon does rankle at that... but Miho asserts herself, that, indeed, the members of the conspiracy still bleed and die as easily as any.
Myunghon breathes a little bit easier as Miho wipes that tear with her thumb. She'll cleanse them. And hope that the friendship they have now, however much of an illusion, might hold supreme as truth.
The analytical part of Myunghon does note the inherent contradiction in that -- it's the same kind of belief that she chided them about, that being distracted by molding the illusion in the shape of Truth is merely a distraction. ... maybe it's only a kindness Miho offers them, one that can't possibly align with the Truth as she believes it to be.
"... on that day, when the rain turned to snow, when you sent the Demons after me," Myunghon whispers, tremblingly. "On that day, when I chose to 'live', and the demon within me rose from unconscious slumber in turn..."
They lull their head to one side. "At times I do feel as if I have been living an illusion ever since. As if I am living on borrowed time, an errant flicker of life that should not have been... perhaps that is where some of the sentiment comes from."
There is a shake of their head. "But no matter how you believe, the illusion has weight, and choosing to cling onto that illusion was what let me help you rescue Yua and Remi from that forsaken site. If it is all an illusion that I had so many people rush to my aid just the other day, when I was about to make a mistake I could not pull back..."
There's a trembling little sigh. "Is that all... indulgence in the illusion? Knowing someone will protect you when you need help... to hear Yua say that with full conviction has been such a strength to me."
<Pose Tracker> Miho Ijuuin has posed.
"That may be so," Miho answers. "I do not know all their inner workings; the right and left hand do not speak to one another."
But...
Perhaps it is a kindness, or perhaps not.
Either way, Myunghon whispers it, and they chose it. "To 'live'..."
She considers that.
"It does have weight," Miho agrees. "I see that, in you. That is why..."
"Hmmmm," Miho reflects. "Does a house built on the sand not shelter, until it is washed away by the storm?"
"Perhaps there is some merit. Perhaps it is more than indulgence."
"...But 'perhaps' is all I can give you. I have lived my life following these directives..."
"I know them to be true, even if I can't explain everything about them."
"...And I know that there are those who would impel me towards doubt. Those who wish to see my visions unrealized."
"But it will be better," she says. "I have Seen... a world where wishes come true."
"I won't say there is nothing to your feelings. ...But neither will I let go my path."
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
Miho has a classic analogy -- but typically the house upon the sand is seen as a fool thing to build, compared to the house built upon the rock. (the snooty side of Myunghon believes that those people who made such a quote has not tapped into the rich potential of beach resorts, surely.) "It is true. So... the storm is, inevitably, coming," Myunghon whispers. If it is as Miho envisions it to be, what will become of them?
Miho can only give them a 'perhaps'. That's not like them. They love being decisive. It means a lot, that Miho can only give a perhaps. "I do not disbelieve you," Myunghon expresses, and sincerely so. Why should they disbelieve? There are frightening things they can scarce imagine. An app that chases them phone after phone, defying technology and common sense.
"Where... wishes become true?" Myunghon sounds a little confused. A pause.
"... like rumours, as they are now in Sumaru?"
Miho won't stray from her path, though. "... good. The Miho I admire isn't shaken so loosely from her path." The Miho they admire wasn't held back by having to take a mission to kill them in order to save Yua. Even if they're the one at the bottom of the chopping block in this equation... there's still adoration there... even though their entire body should be full of resentment and hate.
Their life would be infinitely less complex if they just hated. Or loved. One of the two.
"Who knows. The others say mine is not a path of death and violence. The other me you spoke of clearly walked one, one of treachery," Myunghon remarks gently. "Perhaps Hope will be so infectious that it can exist with Truth."
<Pose Tracker> Miho Ijuuin has posed.
"Yes," Miho says. "One way or another, this world will change. ...If the Order has its way, it will become irrevocably warped. And if I have mine, it will be restored. But there will be danger and strife in either case."
But wishes. "Yes," Miho says. "But more directly--not just at the whim of rumor, but for truth. ...But I don't remember how, or why. Only that it was so, and that many wore golden masks..."
But Miho--Miho nods, resolute. "Indeed," Miho says.
It would be simpler. But... It would possibly be shorter, too.
"Maybe it is so," Miho says. "I do not know the future--only the past. Only what is 'real', and not all of it."
"Bits and pieces... I suppose I can't fully understand it. Maybe because of how I am; maybe because if I could fully understand it, I would already have achieved it."
She looks down. Tiger rises, and stretches.
"We'll see."
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
Myunghon is careful to note at how unspecific both outcomes are. Warped. Or restored. Neither illustrates what shape, exactly, the world will take. Miho doesn't know the full breadth of what that world would look like -- just that she and Yua were hale, healthy and together in it. But it's also... a world where wishes come true?
"... that would require a lot of order," Myunghon does note. "Even rumours are treacherous enough as is. I seem to have been on the receiving end of one, as a result of my ill-advised hospital mishaps. The rumourmonger community is having a time at my expense."
Oh, is that why all the blinds are down?
But Miho only knows the past. She doesn't know the future. But...
"I don't believe it to be coincidence. What's happening now... all the mysterious happenings in Sumaru and Tokyo and Port Island... when I last discussed it with my peers, I expressed a vexation at the feeling of being played. That it is difficult to feel that whatever we are doing is even a centimetre off the rails these beings have laid before us."
There's a quiet sigh. "Perhaps you have the right of it. Perhaps to crush the idols that bind our world is in service of this... 'Truth'."
There is a nod, as Miho says they'll see. Perhaps... or perhaps they won't, if they are erased from reality. Nooooooo...!
Myunghon takes note of the time. "Chiba-san wanted to replace my cast at six... I shouldn't loiter around too much longer, or she'll be upset at me."
<Pose Tracker> Miho Ijuuin has posed.
"It would," Miho agrees. "...Is that so?" Miho asks. "Then the vampire of Hirasaka..." Of course she's heard the rumor. But still--
"...I do enjoy vampires," Miho reflects. Pause. "In fiction, of course."
But coincidence or not, "Yes. I think that there is soemthing going on. ...I believe indeed--the path is to destroy all that binds us."
But, Myunghon notes the time, and, "...Very well. Do you require an escort? You seem unsteady on your feet."
Tiger hops off Miho's lap to peer up at Myunghon again.
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<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
Myunghon nods very gently, as they place a finger to their lips. "Well. Fortunately, I do not seem to have a craving for human blood yet." A pause. "The sun nearly made me faint, though." But that could apply to just about anyone! The sun! What's it good for! Hssss!!
Miho offers an escort, and Myunghon nods gently -- though not before Tiger peers at Myunghon again. "Oh, yes, all right," as they give Tiger a good handful of the rubs and scritches he so desires.
Tiger's so wise. Tiger's probably not so worried about illusion and truth. After all, Tiger is well fed and is receiving rubs right now. Isn't that right, Tiger?