* YOU'VE GOT AN O͙D͙D͙ FUTURE, @deadboyinc! / well, mr. ... ? (she looks up at ███ from her cards for a moment, raising an eyebrow.) y'know .. i don't think you gave me your name, but, ah, that's not the point, (she doesn't let herself get distracted with unimportant details -- she just says it to be what she thinks is respectful. THIS GUY, DILLION? WAS THAT HIS NAME? IT DIDN'T MATTER. he was just another face she'd see in passing in walking --- another person to save. to dang gu-mi, he was nothing but a customer of her shop, nothing less, nothing more. perhaps this life felt empty, no, it /was/ empty, but heaven forbid she admit it. she never really understood the messages the spider spirit sent to her, nor did she understand what it meant to be the unmyonge gomi. gu-mi felt just as confused about her fate as mr. dillion larkin was with his. maybe that made him different from all the other people she's seen. the world is filled with confusion, the universe being built with billions of questions that fizzle up into nothing. SHE SEES FRAGMENTS OF HERSELF INSIDE LARKIN, INSIDE THIS VESSEL OF CONFUSION. PERHAPS, THAT IS WHAT PROMPTS HER TO ANSWER HONESTLY TO HIM.) the cards, the spirits, they don't really /tell/ me how or why things work, you know, it just .. happens. you can't disrupt the flow of nature, you know? sometimes, things just. CHANGE. and we can't control that, we just gotta accept it, and i know that doesn't really answer your question, but that's just the truth, man.
