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.

you

what makes things real,"

This conversation took an abstract and philosophical turn, and he didn't like that

"Explain," Mortis said.

would be stupid," Gravis said. "We have to find a point in the conversation where things actually still make

Gravis as

have a relationship like the blueprint of a branch of a Sect and an actual branch of

the world. All of the branches must follow the blueprint that

of every branch are identical. They are the same

rules. Yet, the complete blueprint

single branch gets the blueprint, and every single branch has the blueprint inside of them that they are

won't just look at a stone and believe that stone to be a

are saying that all other perceived realities have to be influenced by this real thing. If you only exist in perceived reality, you only exist in one

in short, you exist in objective reality, and that makes you real,"

blinked twice without

abstract and

the end, this entire thing is not based on Laws. Laws only define what is and how it works. There isn't really a concept that decides what's real and what isn't real. I

perspective," Gravis said with a

for a while as he scratched his

things that didn't have a

were far simpler in

a single ruleset they followed, and it could be understood, and when one understood the

this entire viewpoint thing

the foundation was wobbly

a viewpoint didn't have

was just

Mortis didn't like thinking

if there was no correct answer, what was the

a right answer was useless. Even if it was unclear,

but it has

"Yeah," Gravis answered.

some seconds

Then, he nodded.

the end, I'm alive. I can think. I can feel. I have stuff that I