Ojiro leans back against the couch, staring off into the middle distance while they turn over Nina's insights in their mind. Some of the things she says find no immediate of echo acknowledgement within Ojiro, but they trust Nina's expertise. The subconscious is not a realm Ojiro themself spends much time contemplating; for them, it was good enough that they could pursue their goals without inhibition.

"... The obvious answer is it's something to do to that other world. Maybe I should ask one of the newcomers about o.s" Stephen had seemed to think the other world could be saved. Should it be saved? Should Zerzura be founded on sacrifice? On the other hand, should Zerzura risk its own existence for a strange world?

Ojiro couldn't conceive of what their own role in the decision might be. Their god-touched status had always been a simple oddity, one they had pushed into the background, played down. How could they save a world... And what would that mean, for them?

They didn't feel trapped; they felt like they were where they wanted to be. Zerzura was everything they wanted.

Wasn't it?

Ojiro threads a hand back through their hair, shaking out another fall of glitter. "What about you? have you had anything weird happen to you lately?"