>Good ending

You have to have a plan. You can't look like you haven't thought this through. You'll have to— you'll— you're going to make things better. You're going to ban Management. That's easy. No more Management. In fact, you'll ban murder. And crime. And poor people. You probably shouldn't ban dying, though, or people you don't like will stick around forever— but maybe you can invent hell for them? If it doesn't exist already? Would that be evil? Maybe you better stick to nice rewards instead, like— if somebody you like dies, you can make them happy forever. You can put them in the happy dimension. Like Us, but not weird and gross. Would that work better?

You think that would work better, but that's not good enough for Lucky, you're positive. No way he trusts you to make decisions like that. You should tell him about something else, like making magyck real. Couldn't you do that? Give Richard one last up-yours and let people shoot fire out of their hands? The world could be fun again, and exciting, and heroes could roam the land— heroes not named Charlotte Fawkins. You could give them monsters to slay. Lucky probably wouldn't like that either. What if you told him you'd make dry land? Real land? You'd have to fix the people underwater, so they could go back to breathing air, and fix the animals too— and the fish wouldn't like it very much— but you wouldn't get rid of the whole ocean, just some of it. Lucky would almost certainly approve of that plan.

But when you try to say it, your pure and honest heart fails you. It's not a lie to say you'll bring back dry land, it's not a lie to say you'll fix the world, it's not a lie to say you'll be God— you fully believe it, can't not, at this point, believe it— but it's a lie to say you know how. You'll know someday, but not now. Not even close.

On the surface, Lucky's expression has hardly shifted, but there's something glimmering in his eyes. One thing you know for sure right now: you have to get off this topic. "I— I'll fix everything, okay? I'll make it right. You don't need to worry about it."

"Whatever you say, Ms. Fawkins." He's moving to stand. "I think it's best you leave for now. You'll hear from me if and exclusively if I have something to say to you. Understood?"

You said you'd put him back on his Pillar, but you could still smite him after. You never promised to not smite him after. "...Yes."

"Wonderful. Goodbye, then."

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"What I'd do if I could do anything?"

You're already regretting asking Real Ellery. "...If that's what I said."

"Well, it was, so I guess the answer is— hey, Thea, you know this one." He swivels to face Anthea. "I'd go bugfuck crazy. Hope that helps."

You're regretting visiting in general, honestly. He's in a strange temper, and him and Anthea keep touching each other. Too late now. "Okay, but you couldn't actually do anything at all. You just imagined you could. Also, I won't go crazy, since I'm better than you."

"Uh-huh."

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