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Edgy: hey.

401: hello...

Edgy: alright what's wrong?

401: ...I don't know what I want anymore..

Edgy: don't... Don't you want Inkmatas?
Power? Strength?

401: *covers her eyes* I... I dont know! I think I want that, but then later I regret it--!

Edgy: ...
Do whatever you need to.
Do what you need to live a good life.
Do what you want to live a good life.
You're in control.
Crush any obstacle in your path.
Don't. Let. Anyone. Take. That. Away. From. You.

401: at this point i don't even know what i need to do! i don't know if i am in control! i dont' know who i am! i just don't know...

Edgy: ...
Well, let's figure it out then.
What's something you deeply want, something you desire more than nearly anything else.

401:
...
to be loved...

Edgy: ...
You are loved.
You... You're like family to me.
You helped me in my time of need.
I cannot thank you enough for everything you have done for me.
*He pats her on the back*

401: ...alright... thanks..

*401 smiles back and hugs him*

Edgy: You're almost exactly like my 401, y'know? Sweet, sadistic, adorable, and very affectionate.

401: ... do you only like me because I'm like her...?

Edgy: No.
You're unique, the two of you are very different as well. My 401 is a bit more sadistic and flirty, and a bit less unknowing of her true self and what she wants. The two of you have very different goals too, you want to impress Inkmatas, my 401 wants to help me in my conquest for the power I yearn for. That and I don't like the two of you the same way, obviously. If you want more help, try talking to her, ok?

You're a great friend, and she's a great wife. You're similar, but not the same. You have your qualities, and she has hers.

Understand?

SIS: are u ok

401:...no

SIS: what happened

401: ...I don't know what I want anymore..

SIS: well i want candy, would candy make you happy

401:...no

SIS: well shit

Goober: goes in for a flying kick

401: WHY'D YOU DO THAT?

Goober: (breakdancing)

Fat Cat Ultra: *shuffles pocket* weapon of mass destruction?

Bob: oh I know what to do (slaps)

*she stabs him*

Bob: yup it works

401: Wha-

Bob: ok you okie now