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flesh and sinks into the bone."
"There is no difference..." He looked down at the floor and chewed his lips
with a strange expression. "Beyond the shadow of this existence, more
misery awaits. There is no oblivion, no cleansing... nothing changes. The
Planes rotate... and nothing ever changes."
"Except you. You can still change."
He scoffed. "Nay, I have tried. Repeatedly."
"If you believe that, then it will be true."
"It is more than belief, it is reality." His gaze turned dark. "Have you seen
this city? It rots, and everything within it rots with it... there is no hope,
nothing to strive for. Everything is stained with darkness and shadow."
I looked around the bar watching everyone else sipping tea or meditating
peacefully. "What about your beliefs as a Dustman? Isn't that a worthy
enough goal?"
He nodded. "The Dustman philosophy is a worthy goal. Else I would not have
become a Dustman."
"Then why not make the beliefs of the Dustmen your focus? Perhaps this is a
life of pain and misery, but if you focus on your beliefs and that which of
value to you, they shall help you work past it."
"Perhaps..." He considered what I had said. "Perhaps you are right. But...
sometimes it is hard to ignore the pain of this life. How should I deal with
it?"
"Simply try to live as best you can. Use this life, no matter how painful, as an
opportunity. You are young. Perhaps seeing more of this life will kill your
eagerness for death."
The boy fell silent, thinking. Eventually, he turned back up to me. "Your
words carry weight, sir... and a fresh perspective. I will do as you have said."
I nodded. "That is all I ask... live, grow old, and learn. Farewell."
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