Truth be told, William rather liked getting treats whilst learning. There was a feeling of nostalgia and memories that were sweet and lemon flavored that he refused to push aside for favor of bitterness that deserved full well to reside in his being. resentment was not something that he wore comfortably, though it is a suit one grows into over time; it's cut correctly for his shoulders, so William may wear it beautifully with vicious dignity someday. He would not, however, let his prior experiences with a mentor who-
Well, that's a different story for a different time. And there were gummies to be had. William selected something turquoise and bear shaped, which immediately got popped into his mouth and his expression brightened. An unspoken yay despite the fact that he is (arguably) becoming an accomplished creature.
"Repeating only if it chooses to, sometimes it works as an enforcement of the natural order... but I guess it's rebellion," he puts his hands up and he shakes his head and exhaled hard to pull himself back to the actual point.
And the question. Why is it difficult to reach beyond the mirror.
"There's a lot of reasons, for some reason there is an erected separatism between what is on one side of the mirror and the other-" and the other, and that other- he gestures forward while he's taking, as though to indicate that 'the other' could go on in perpetuity "-but in some instances it's because what one set of beings need and another set need are wholly different. The dead have an entire society built among things that no longer are here, and their continued existence is directly tied to ours and the need to resolve the reason they can't... y'know... rejoin the natural order of things." He's rambling, but doesn't seem to really notice, "Part of not being able to reach across the mirror is a lack of understanding- if you can't fathom what is there how are you going to interact at all? And after that there was a Storm- you cross and you get torn to pieces but... that's not actually a problem anymore and all we really have to contend with is the collective level of mire and-" This was where he flailed a little around him "-crystalline junk stuff around you. It doesn't exist as bad out in nature and shallow places and sacred places but damn it's hard to get a hand through sometimes. Getting a body through is intense.
"But... yeah, back on the other topic: for us it's hard, or improbable in some instances, to cross over because we're just not ready. Wrong tools, a lack of understanding, and your core says no."
Well, that's a different story for a different time. And there were gummies to be had. William selected something turquoise and bear shaped, which immediately got popped into his mouth and his expression brightened. An unspoken yay despite the fact that he is (arguably) becoming an accomplished creature.
"Repeating only if it chooses to, sometimes it works as an enforcement of the natural order... but I guess it's rebellion," he puts his hands up and he shakes his head and exhaled hard to pull himself back to the actual point.
And the question. Why is it difficult to reach beyond the mirror.
"There's a lot of reasons, for some reason there is an erected separatism between what is on one side of the mirror and the other-" and the other, and that other- he gestures forward while he's taking, as though to indicate that 'the other' could go on in perpetuity "-but in some instances it's because what one set of beings need and another set need are wholly different. The dead have an entire society built among things that no longer are here, and their continued existence is directly tied to ours and the need to resolve the reason they can't... y'know... rejoin the natural order of things." He's rambling, but doesn't seem to really notice, "Part of not being able to reach across the mirror is a lack of understanding- if you can't fathom what is there how are you going to interact at all? And after that there was a Storm- you cross and you get torn to pieces but... that's not actually a problem anymore and all we really have to contend with is the collective level of mire and-" This was where he flailed a little around him "-crystalline junk stuff around you. It doesn't exist as bad out in nature and shallow places and sacred places but damn it's hard to get a hand through sometimes. Getting a body through is intense.
"But... yeah, back on the other topic: for us it's hard, or improbable in some instances, to cross over because we're just not ready. Wrong tools, a lack of understanding, and your core says no."