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So many doors. All standing. Waiting.

That one there. It led to his own memories. Stuff from his own life. Stuff he liked. Loved, even. Warmth and fondness all but radiated from the cracks in its frame.

Not like the door next to it. That one was more neutral. It had stuff that he remembered blankly. Stuff that had just gotten stuck in his mind for whatever reason. Catchy songs that he didn’t even necessarily like. Information that he’d learned, sometimes through quite tedious means. Lots of school stuff in there, he felt.

Boring things. But not without their importance. A useful door to have, even if not a very fun one.

And then, there was the door next to that.

Oh, boy...

That door.

Yeah.

All the bad stuff was in there. Or most of it was, at the very least. Tough to believe that everything could’ve been in there. Maybe he was just being pessimistic, though. Overblowing his own past miseries.

Yeah, probably.

He did have a tendency of focusing on the negative. He always had. He might’ve liked to believe that he’d been able to turn that natural tendency into a useful tool, these days, but he didn’t really know if that was the truth or just an excuse so that he didn’t have to seriously contemplate trying to change it.

Even in this place, where he could be totally, brutally honest and blunt with himself, he didn’t know which way the wind was blowing on that particular subject.

Hmm.

Well, that was okay.

The point here wasn’t to come up with solutions to problems. It was to discover truths that, deep down, he already knew. If he genuinely didn’t know something, then that was that.

Interesting, nonetheless.

These other doors.

Ah.

That one led to Garovel. Heh. Wow. How neat. Impulsively, he wanted to go through it and strike up a conversation. He knew it would work. But no. He could do that whenever. It wasn’t necessary here.

The one next to it, though...

That was Rasalased.

Holy crap. It was just right there. A door to the Dry God. Easy as could be to just walk through and have a chat.

That seemed wrong, considering how much he’d struggled to talk to the guy in the past.

But then again, it had been getting easier over time. And now... huh.

He was truly tempted now. But there was yet more to become aware of in this space, Hector felt. He’d have to remember this for later, though.