[image description: Illustration of a cloaked knight with a helmet sitting on a rooftop made of salvaged sheets of material hastily put together. They are clutching a weapon in hand and watch out at the distance. It is nighttime]
Didn't really have much to ask for in the moment, sorry...
Dolce: That's alright, was just worried you'd abandoned me... not that I'd be all that bothered or anything, right?
Dolce: I'm just welcoming the first guest in awhile who hasn't met me with hostility...
Dolce: So, have you made up your mind?
The story of Pluto...
Dolce: Oh? Suppose that's the name people have heard the most so that makes sense.
Dolce: What has you leaning toward that?
There is no kingdom above suffering, it has to always come at a cost.
Dolce: Mm, have to wonder if that comes from experience.
Maybe..
Dolce: Maybe.. Continue?
And all love brings pain, whether by intention or not.
In the end what we can all use is more ways to ease and defy suffering.
Dolce: Well spoken...
Dolce: Then let us start with the Story of Pluto. It's a bit of a curiosity I think..
Dolce: It's one that seems to exist across worlds, what format it appears in tends to vary though. Perhaps it's a constant between realities? Seen it in the form of a play, a novel, actual history to some... a CD? I could not find a compatible player however, I suppose script and formatting works differently between worlds....
[image description: The Cloaked Knight kneels to a entity of feminine presentation who's upper body is visually obscured, blush tinting across the face of their helmet.]
Dolce: It's also very much catnip for a kind of person with certain sensibilities... I am a kind of person.
Dolce: I have to give a proper warning, once the tale starts it cannot be disrupted until the end. If you have any last words before we start, make them count.