IBSmartur: I didn't know people like you exist.
IBSmartur: Not in reality.
Requiem FM: What do you mean.
IBSmartur: I know people like you; in fiction. I didn't know you could exist in reality. You're actually really simple, no puzzle at all. But all my morals and ideas I've developed keep me from understanding you, because you defy all of them. You destroy everything I've ever believed in. And until you, I've been able to let people who try to do that never get to me. Just keep walking, build up the mental brick wall higher, don't let them get to your world or they'll destroy it. But you came along, and it's gone. I'm lost. I want to go back to my own world, but I can't, not while I want to understand you. And that's what I want. I want to know you.
Requiem FM: So I'm a negative force?
IBSmartur: No, not at all.
IBSmartur: Think of it... like the Matrix.
IBSmartur: You can't see the truth, until you've opened your eyes. I've been trying to see the truth with my eyes shut, so has everyone else who's attempted to understand you. There's nothing more to you than what you say, there's no coy little metaphors. You are exactly what you seem. But in order to understand, you have to open your eyes and let go of your morals, because your morals create false reasons that never existed in the first place.
Requiem FM: I see.
IBSmartur: Trickster hero.
IBSmartur: That's what you are.
IBSmartur: Trickster hero = same time creator and destroyer - he who dupes and is duped himself. He wills nothing consciously. He behaves as he does from impulses over which he has no control. He knows neither good nor evil, but is responsible for both. He posses no values, moral or social.
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