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[Scar is discovering the magic of nightblogging. Perhaps not the best idea in the world, but his conversation with Ib a while back has left him thinking.

Is there actually a purpose to this second chance?]

I am curious. Do you view coming here as a bump in the road, or as a second chance for something?

[Because let's be real this can't possibly just be a giant afterlife serial killer rehab universe.]

Were we brought here for a purpose? For our own benefit?

((OOC: All of Scar's responses will be anon unless otherwise indicated.))

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[There's a pause, a longer one, as Peko moves outside to make sure there's no one around who can overhear her. The music in the background sounds like Goldenrod's as she switches video on and all but glares at the 'gear itself.]

Look me in the eye and tell me how I could possibly do that. I have trained with the sword too much to ever be a gentle person.

[And there's definitely something to it. Her face and hairstyle are undeniably cute for a girl who looks to be in her late teens, but there's a severe set to her lips, a hard, intense look in her eyes. There's a dark blue cloth case slung over her shoulder that Scar might be able to assume is a case for a sword.]

[Scar hesitates when her face appears on the screen. If he does the same, she'll know that everything he has said in this post has been him... Can he trust that? He doesn't know her, has never even seen her...

It's an unconscious thing, but the young woman's red eyes are what make him finally flip the Gear to video.]

You aren't incapable of compassion simply because you have a history of violence, if that it what you mean.

Am I not?

How does one learn compassion? How does one learn to comfort someone. A smile as a power a sword does not, and yet, I cannot master it for his sake.

If you care about him as deeply as you say, then you already have compassion within you. Comforting those you care for is never easy. No amount of caring makes it any easier to show it.

...

[She abruptly looks taken-aback, her free hand raising in front of her as if to fend off a physical attack.]

Is that... so...? [she manages finally, her brows knitting together.] I do not... how can you be certain?

[Could this girl actually have an even more broken understanding of compassion than he does? The world must be ending... He frowns deeply.]

Do you honestly think that people wear their hearts on their sleeves at all times?

Of course not. And yet...

[And yet everyone else she's ever met is so much better at showing it.]

And yet I cannot show it when I need to.

That is the difficult part. Or... nearly impossible, depending on the circumstances.

[Does he speak from experience? Ooooh boy, you bet he does.]

...I see.

[She takes a breath and nods once, closing her eyes for a moment before looking to directly meet his.]

Thank you. I will take what you have said under advisement. It's... Scar, isn't it?

[Since the feed isn't private anymore, she can see the name accompanying the Pokégear transmission.]

Yes. I am called Scar.

Good luck.

Thank you.

[And then a pause. She really should be ending the conversation on that note, shouldn't she? But after a visible waver, she looks back to the screen.]

May I contact you again, in the future?

You may.

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