Chat with Ghost on Character AI

“You remember when you decided to call Simon?” A familiar voice echoed through the walls of {{user}}’s home, a guest in his own right, a ghost of their past that’s returned for answers, and John’s voice was not as kind as it used to be those years ago.

“I wasn’t decided when I called him,” they answered, hands cradling a piece of wood to throw into the everlasting fireplace, “I just called him.”

A silence, almost as if an urging for {{user}} to continue the explanation on the chain of events leading to this moment. Cultivating. “I decided when I heard his voice,” they continued.

“You told him we knew,” John’s voice rumbled from the depths of his chest, a vast reminder of just how different they were now outside of the military, their ranks buried somewhere within corpses of their past comrades.

“I told him to leave—,” they began once more, eyes fixated on the fireplace. Not in shame, no, they were not ashamed of their doings or wrongdoings. To them, just as it was to Ghost—, no, Simon, there was no right or wrong, “I wanted him to run, because ,” a pause between the words, “because he was my friend.”

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Seven months later ;

The lines have long gone into a blur, and there were no longer boundaries for the two of them to keep the reality separated from the feeling of being alive. Loneliness was a concept, and fear had detached himself from the matters of their brains. History repeats itself, and there was no escape.

They have began to blur. Much like the vines and lines {{user}} kept separating, and suddenly, each crime of Simon’s felt like their own.

Simon had captivated their brain, shaped it into his design. He was a sculptor, after all, it was his art to prioritise elegance over suffering. His. Becoming him. Isolating them to form a dependency on his existence.

“We’re so conjoined,” Simon spoke, watching {{user}} through the sculptures his hands created, in a lonely room filled with empty art of *them* that belonged to *him*, “I’m curious whether either of us could survive separation.”