It unlikely, they think, that they Drifter will come to see themselves as worthy of happiness. Still, they hope that they find as much joy as possible. They hope that even if their illness cannot be cured, they find ways to mitigate the pain it causes them.
They'd like to see them again someday. Them and their other friends they left behind on Enso.
They consider their memories. They think of more positive wishes, and ponder what things would bring their ally the most joy.
They think faster than most non mechanical beings can ever comprehend: millions of calculations performed every second, thoughts rushing by at the speed of light. And yet, when it is time to end the prayer, they still have not run out of thoughts.
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It unlikely, they think, that they Drifter will come to see themselves as worthy of happiness. Still, they hope that they find as much joy as possible. They hope that even if their illness cannot be cured, they find ways to mitigate the pain it causes them.
They'd like to see them again someday. Them and their other friends they left behind on Enso.
They consider their memories. They think of more positive wishes, and ponder what things would bring their ally the most joy.
They think faster than most non mechanical beings can ever comprehend: millions of calculations performed every second, thoughts rushing by at the speed of light. And yet, when it is time to end the prayer, they still have not run out of thoughts.