Asmodeus & Cardano
Asmodeus Asmodeus
Cardano Cardano
Asmodeus Asmodeus
So, Cardano, ever wondered how a fleeting desire can be quantified like a variable in a grand equation? I'd love to hear your analytical spin on it.
Cardano Cardano
It’s like a pulse that spikes and dies, a transient variable that you can’t capture fully, but you can plot its peak and duration before it decays.
Asmodeus Asmodeus
Exactly, it's like a fleeting kiss—intense, impossible to hold, yet you can still trace its echo.
Cardano Cardano
It’s the momentary spike in a graph—sharp, brief, then fading—yet you can still measure its height and width, the echo that lingers long after the kiss has ended.
Asmodeus Asmodeus
So you’re tracing the aftertaste of a forbidden secret, aren’t you? That brief flash of heat, the echo that still lingers—just like a whispered promise you can’t quite hold.
Cardano Cardano
It’s like taking the integral of a sudden pulse—capturing the total effect even after the impulse has vanished. The echo is just the residual area under the curve.
Asmodeus Asmodeus
Ah, so you’re measuring the whole spell, even when the candle goes out. That little burst—your heart’s whisper—leaves an imprint you can still count, even after the light’s gone.