~Character Chat~

T.Mor laughed. Just straight up laughed. "Do you have any idea HOW we became friends?! It has NOTHING to do with parent junk...Well...It has to do with mutual hate of Mr.Face...but that's about it. And torture. There wasn't a lot of growing involved."

"I can tell that you have, you may not relize it but you have. I heard how you to met."

"Godammit!" Izzy cursed. "I lost The Game!"

"Oh." T.Mor said. He didn't really know how to respond to that.
"OH MY GOD. I HATE YOU." Riddle suddenly shouted at Izzy. "HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME LOSE THE GAME!?!" She continued furiously.

"I'm SORRY!" Izzy snapped. "It's not the end of the world! We have thirty minutes of immunity now, anyway!"

"OH GOD....I haven't lost in...SOME TIME." Riddle complained as though this were a life or death situation. It was quite melodramatic.

"If you don't even know how long ago it was, then what does it matter?" Izzy asked. "If it's just 'some time,' it could've been yesterday!"

"It was MORE than yesterday...I know that much." Riddle said, squinting ner eyes, trying to remember. "Immortality makes time kinda stupid though..." Riddle said. "MAYBE three years? Or a week? I dunno.."

"Hehe I won," said Ezra putting down the controller.

"You don't relize it but you are a good person." said Andrew.

"Yeah- By un-pausing. we were having a crisis here..." Riddle said dryly, completely ignoring that losing the game was NOT a crisis. "Go find me a game of Sonic for Sega genesis. We'll see who wins at THAT."
"Yes. For killing people who in no way deserve it. For sticking with a sister who disowned me at the first opportunity, then tried to swindle me out of my meagre paychecks, For allowing riddle to...Do those things she does...I'm a Frikkin' Saint. Practically a Cat." T.Mor said sarcastically.

"We've all done things we're not proud of, there is good in you."

"Easy for you to say. You don't kill people." T.Mor said flatly. "Look...Can we drop this? I just want to watch Riddle pummel someone at Videogames, and pretend my home city never existed."

"People will tell you it get's easier...but that's a load of malarkey," Andrew said quietly. "I...I haven't seen my family for nintey-nine years...and it hurts more each time I can't remember little things about them...but I can tell you it get's better."

"How?" Peter asked, though he didn't sound sad...just curious. "How does it get better?"

"Time...age...friends...and knowing they're in a better place...that you'll see them again soon."

"No offense or anything, but who says I will see them again?" Peter asked. "If they're dead, they're off somewhere else in the multiverse as new life. If I die before I can find them, I'll be off somewhere else in the multiverse as new life. There's no heaven, and there's no hell...just recycling."

"I don't think so." said Andrew flatly. "Why am I still here then?"

"I have absolutely no idea. You're an anomaly."

"I've been here for nintey-nine years..." sighed Andrew.

Peter whistled.
"That long, and without a body to tether you...I still don't get it." He paused. "That's how we stay in the material world, you know. All lives are contained within bodies that act as vessels. A life can stay in a body for as long as the body lives; once the body dies, the life is forced to leave. Souls bound themselves to lives long ago to connect themselves to the material world so they wouldn't be in constant chaos anymore...at least, that's the most accepted theory."

"Then that theory's wrong...if I were still alive today I would be a hundred and fifteen."

"Well, you're the only exception we've encountered so far," Peter said. "And yeah, thanks, I can do basic math. Anyway, I don't think the theory's wrong...I think your existence is wrong. Uh, don't take that the wrong way! I just mean, you shouldn't be...and yet, you are."

"Thanks...but ask Liz...she's crossed quite a bit over..."

Peter frowned.
"That doesn't..." He shook his head. "Whatever. I'm beyond trying to comprehend anything anymore. I mean, Riddle's immortal, and if you go out too far in her world, everything starts becomming pixilated! And then there's Liz and Ezra with their magic... I just don't get it. It goes against everything I've ever known."

"Try living in the world I used to know..."