week four - sunday - ludger

[arockstar]

[WELP Newt's been mugged by the policebot and friends peace mob, so now he's stuck in a stupid cell in the stupid dungeon for the rest of his stupid fake life. At least he's dying tomorrow. That's not something he'd ever thought he'd look forward to, but there's no breaking out of here, so... May as well get it over with. At least it'll be quick.

The door's little slot slides open and Newt assumes it's Connor or Yu "checking in on him" like they're doing him a favor, but, huh. Ludger. Interesting.]

Didn't expect to have you as a visitor.

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[ joke's on newt, he hasn't said anything about his backstory in public. except the debt thing, of course. ]

Rewinding time would just put me further back on the same path. And fixing the original problem would upset a lot of systems in place in my world.

[ he doesn't want to break the world, jeez. ]

I just want to wish for a new path going forward, because there aren't any answers I can reach behind me.

[ there, nice and cryptic, see julius he can do it too. ]

[arockstar]

So, I'm right. You want to wish yourself out of the point of no return. Big whoop. A lot of us are here for the same thing.

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[ for a moment, ludger looks annoyed, before it fades into curiosity. ]

Like you? What were you going to wish for, anyways?

[arockstar]

[Newt scoffs a little before reconsidering. It's hypocritical, asking Newt for his wish when Ludger isn't willing to pony up himself, but.

He motions for the ice cream bowl. Tradesies.]

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[ i mean if he wants the exact wording, he could ask for it... ludger just doesn't want to share bc he's halfway convinced newt would scoff at it.

...... oh did he not hand over the bowl already? well, this works out better than expected! here's your ice cream, it's only a little melted around the edges. ]

[arockstar]

[honestly ludger is valid newt sure has turned out to be kind of a dick!

He takes the bowl through the little slot—it's sort of awkward negotiating it through the hole, but that's prison for you—and retreats to sit on the cot while he eats it.]

You're a pal. Thanks.

[He pops the spoon into his mouth, considering how he wants to approach Ludger's question before responding.]

The short version is that I was going to end the world. Don't think I want that anymore, though.

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[ ah

hm. ]

... Can I ask why?

[arockstar]

[He chuckles.]

You sure can, but you won't like the answer. I don't really know why. Anticlimactic, huh?

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And what, exactly, is your wish?