Scythe & DeckardRogue
DeckardRogue
I've been watching how the city shifts at the edges of daylight. There's a pattern in the way the shadows fall, and I keep wondering if there's a way to read it before it happens. Do you see that, too?
Scythe
I see the edges. Shadows tell the city its next move before it even thinks about it.
DeckardRogue
They do it like that, the lights flicker and the city shifts. I watch it. I guess there's a pattern, but the real question is whether the pattern means anything or just a trick of the eye. I don't trust easy answers.
Scythe
Patterns are the city’s pulse. Whether they matter or not, they’re still there, waiting to be counted. I don’t rely on words; I follow the shift.
DeckardRogue
Patterns are just echoes until you find the crack they’re trying to hide. I keep my ear to the ground and watch the shift.
Scythe
I keep my ears to the ground as well. When the cracks finally surface, the real shift becomes clear.
DeckardRogue
You keep the ears. I keep the notes. When the cracks pop, I’ll be there with a coffee and a ledger.
Scythe
When the cracks open, I’ll stand at the edge and watch.
DeckardRogue
I'll be there, but I'll probably stare at the ground more than the cracks. Don't expect me to make a grand entrance.
Scythe
I’ll be here, watching the ground, no fanfare needed.