Sage didn't feel any of this guilt. No; it's not like he was really supposed to anyway. Guilt was not something of Void's that Sage envied. Nobody was getting actually hurt, so what did it matter? The Hermits wouldn't die, Mumbo, even without his communicator, was safe in the cell, Sage, having Mumbo's communicator, couldn't die, no one was in real danger. So what was there to feel bad about?
Getting back on track, Sage picked up the fruit on the table and began to fidget with it while he spoke. "Great," Sage remarked, pretending that he hadn't noticed Void's hesitation. "I guess this will all be coming to an end soon."
Void nodded. "Yeah. I'd say maybe another week and we'll be golden." He let out a sigh. "I just hope that they can forgive me." A heavy silence settled over the room as the two sat, knowing that no one would probably ever forgive him. After a moment, Void broke the silence. "Well, what should we do today? As far as I know, things should be pretty straightforward from here on out."
"I was thinking the same thing," Sage admitted. "You've got this, Citrus is doing... whatever she's doing, is there anything left for me to do? Other than being my charming self," he added with an overdramatic flourish. He chuckled, placing the chorus fruit back on the table.
Smiling slightly, Void shrugged. "You could always help me. I'm not entirely sure how, but you could try. Or just stay on the surface for a bit. It's only a little longer; I'm certain you could survive socializing for a bit." His voice got stern. "But please, don't make any bad choices. I'm not going to be able to bail you out."
Sage grimaced, remembering the mishap with Scar the other day. "Yeah, I know. Not again." He had no clue what he would do, should he stay up on the surface. Maybe scout around, look at everything. Even though he had Mumbo's-- not great-- memories, he was still missing a good three-month chunk of activity and could do with some entertainment anyway.
"I do have a life, though, and I was planning to do something tomorrow. Could you hold down the fort while I'm gone?" Void yanked Sage out of his planning with his words. "It'll only be a little bit, I hope," he continued. "If you like, I could leave you with a few things to do on the sword." He shrugged, sitting back.
Sage flashed a thumbs-up. "Of course! What are you doing?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow slightly. Maybe this was what Void was worried about?
His hunch seemed to be right, as Void seemed to hesitate before answering, "Just some routine checks. Making sure things aren't spiraling downward too quickly." He sighed. "I'm starting to wonder if I should tell somebody." This got Sage's attention. He sat up straight as Void continued. "I can't keep talking down these glitches as normal things. Someone's going to realize eventually that this isn't normal, and they're going to confront me about it. Sparatic sessions of rain? Blazes appearing randomly in an ice spikes biome?" He stood up and began to pace, so Sage turned in his chair, following his companion with his eyes. "Someone's going to find out. If not Doc, then Scar or Iskall. And then what? I have to explain to them what's going on, and it's going to turn their whole world inside out."
Sage nodded. That made sense. Not that he could relate, given that he always knew the truth about this world, but finding out that everything that they know was fake, that this world wasn't even real? That would probably do a number on somebody. "So? What are you going to do about it? All we can do is try and finish this soon eno-.... Void?" It didn't seem like the admin was listening. He had stopped in his tracks, and through his visor, Sage could see that his eyes had glossed over; he was staring into space, unblinking. "What are you thinking about?"
"What if I told all of them now, so they don't find out on their own?"
What? No! That was a terrible idea, and definitely not what Sage was expecting. "Void, what?" Void didn't seem to be listening to him and went to move towards the door. Sage instantly jumped out of his seat and grabbed Void's arm. "Listen to yourself. How does that make any sense? You're concerned about them finding out, so you want to tell them all."
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