Firmament

eat your blue friend as a parting gift

get your chow on (eat whoever's tastiest)

Ah yes. Violence. You've been thinking about it for a while.

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Eat some of them other colorful lights before you approach. They'll make you stronger, probably.

Eat the stranger, and prove your dominance.

>EAT THE STRANGER

Talking is for people who aren't eating.

Cronch this fool.

C O N S U M E

>C RO N C H

chump chomp

now eat them

When you do think about it, though... you've not been feeling truly hungry.
Eating has no utility for you, and your "mouth" doesn't lead anywhere.

Why, then, have you wanted to attack and eat another being so badly?

It was nice meeting you! Thank you for the help.

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Cerulean: ...

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You remember that sometimes, it's anger that drives us to a moment of violence. Such acts can bring catharsis... a sense of relief from that anger, if only for a moment. Or, when desperate, violence can also be a means of self-preservation. Taking things, harming others... at times it's necessary to maintain your existence. To overcome the barrier of our own empathy, and exercise the power to preserve ourselves. Often at the expense of someone else.

I was terrified when I was first brought into this void and you were really there for me even when I got weird.
I will never forget you and I am really glad that we could be friends.

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Cerulean: ...

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You don't think these are the reasons you've been feeling inspired toward violence, though. Cerulean has never done or said anything that threatened you, or angered you. Apart from some little friendly jabs here and there, they've only been trying to help.

Perhaps you were simply curious what would happen?

want be

friend forever please

life frightening

Bisected at the neck by your teeth, the remains of a Soul named Cerulean drift into the void. Lacking a stomach, you found that you could not actually eat anything. You simply spat the severed part out.

They haven't responded to anything you've said since.

The cross-shaped Sigil on their head has faded. So too has the blue glow they once cast into the darkness of Limbo. Their body has already started to fray into dull, ragged tatters. Soon enough, nothing of them will remain.

The moment your teeth sank into their neck, you could taste their final thoughts. Some mild social anxiety, at the idea of meeting new Souls in the Cafe. An irrational worry that they would meet someone in particular... someone from a difficult memory. Someone who they desperately wouldn't want to see here in Limbo. Perhaps, you think, the source of their earlier Guilt. But mostly, they feared the inevitable pain of being forgotten by those that mattered to them. And meeting new people that mattered, whom they would inevitably forget in return.

Apart from fear, there was a frustrated uncertainty. About you. Conflicted emotions, about whether it was right to leave you to fend for yourself. A quiet hope you would ask them to stay, so they didn't have to decide. There was even a faint but unexpected sort of warmth, at your unpredictable behavior. Frustration, to be sure, but also an understanding that this was just who you were. Perhaps, the small beginnings of trust and friendship? Nothing suggests that they were afraid of you still, as they once were.

They no longer thought you would ever actually harm them.

You are not quite sure what you wanted to happen, here. Perhaps you expected a different result. They did tell you that eating them wouldn't be okay. You think, now, that they may have been right.

Say farewell to the blue soul

You bid Cerulean goodbye.

Their ragged remains dissolve into dust.