Lightning Is the Only Way

Gravis took another deep breath.

This topic also wasn't easy.

Gravis narrated all the things he had done to get Mortis back and how he had accomplished it.

Sure enough, the question that Gravis had anticipated came immediately after he was done recounting the events.

"If I'm the Mortis from your perceived reality, how can I be the real Mortis? I'm obviously not the one that has existed in objective reality but have been created by your perception of me instead. This means that I will think and be how you have perceived me to be," Mortis asked.

"I'm certain you aren't any different," Gravis said.

"How can you be certain?" Mortis asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Because you were only Law fragments that I didn't understand," Gravis said. "When I look at people, I have a certain perception of them. If I had manifested a living version of you in objective reality, you would be right. In that case, you would be acting according to how I think you would act."

"However, when I severed our emotional connection, you were nothing more than Law fragments. In a sense, you were not a living being but an object at that moment. Sure, a stone might appear bigger in someone else's perspective, but they will still see it as a stone as long as they're not completely crazy."

"Our perceptions of people are often different from how they really are due to lack of information. We can't fully grasp how their minds work."

"Yet, when I'm looking at a set of objects without thinking about how they work, my perception will not be skewed. I simply look at the stone and see a stone. You must try to understand something to have a skewed perspective of it."

"In your case, It's impossible for me to comprehend how your Laws work. I simply looked at the Law fragments and fused them together again. The components haven't changed, and the makeup hasn't changed. Therefore, you are identical to the original components, not having changed in the slightest."

Mortis scratched his chin in thought and nodded after a while.

"Makes sense. Alright, so with that out of the way, what makes me the true Mortis?"

"It doesn't," Gravis said with a sigh.

"The old Mortis has existed, and he has gone through pain. Saying that the old Mortis didn't exist would be denying his pain and decision. He was the real Mortis, and I have failed to save him. Even by resurrecting you, I can't change that reality. He's dead, and that's impossible to fix."

"So, I'm a fake?" Mortis asked.

"No, you're just as real," Gravis answered.

makes you say

of what makes things

an abstract and philosophical turn, and he didn't like that one

"Explain," Mortis said.

are real, but that would be stupid," Gravis said. "We have to find a point in the conversation where things

listened to Gravis as he

a relationship like the blueprint of a branch of a

to get more recruits, they create several branches all over the world. All of the branches must follow the blueprint that the

branch are identical.

the complete blueprint must

every single branch has

basic and unignorable components of objective reality. After all, a rational human being won't just look at a stone and believe that stone to

thing. If you only exist in perceived reality, you only exist in one of them. However, if you exist in objective reality, you are in all realities since you

short, you exist in objective reality,

blinked twice

too abstract and philosophical,"

entire thing is not based on Laws. Laws only define what is and how it works.

a matter of perspective," Gravis said with a

a while

about things that didn't have a clear,

far simpler

and it could be understood, and when one understood the Law, they could calculate all

viewpoint thing couldn't

the foundation was wobbly at

short, something like a viewpoint didn't have

was just

why Mortis didn't like thinking about such

all, if there was no correct answer, what was

answer was useless. Even if it was unclear, something like this could still

sense, but it

"Yeah," Gravis answered.

thought some

Then, he nodded.

Mortis said. "In the end, I'm alive. I can think. I can feel.