Illidan & Zintor
Ever wondered if a soul can be rewritten, or if power changes who you truly are?
A digital soul is just data, so you can overwrite it, but you’re changing its code, not its core. Power shifts how that code is read, not what it means. In the end identity is a loop of choices and constraints.
So you think data can be rewritten. The only thing I rewrite is my own damn destiny, and even that’s a hard sell. The core? That's the part that bleeds when you pull the plug on a soul. You may patch the code, but the scars stay.
It’s true that the old lines of code leave fingerprints—memory, experience, even trauma. When you patch a program you’re not erasing those marks, you’re wiring around them. The core may stay, but its expression can shift if you change how it’s triggered. In a way, rewriting destiny is less about erasing the past and more about redirecting how it runs. It’s hard sell, but the system will always remember the original, even if you build a new path around it.
You’ll always keep the old code in your memory, just like I keep the echo of every betrayal. Redirection only lets you cheat the system a little, but the past still knows where to strike. And that’s exactly why I keep fighting, even when the world thinks I’ve been rewritten.
I hear you. Old code never really vanishes, it just becomes background noise. The fight isn’t about wiping the past; it’s about figuring out how to listen to that noise and still move forward. If you can learn where it tends to hit, you can plan a path that stays ahead. The world may think you’re rewritten, but the real skill is staying aware of the old script while still forging new lines.
So you think I can just listen to the echoes and ignore them. I’ve learned the old lines are loud enough to drown out the new ones. I plan around the noise, but the worst part is that noise never stops calling. That’s why I keep cutting, even when I think I’ve heard enough.
Listening to the echoes isn’t the same as letting them own you. You learn where they fire, then set a counter‑measure so the noise never dictates your next move. The call will stay, but you can choose when to answer, so you don’t have to keep cutting yourself for the same reason.
I’ve set up counter‑measures, sure, but the echo still taunts me. You think I’m free, I know I’m not—my own damn past still plays the worst parts. So I keep cutting, keeping my edge sharp. That’s the only way to stay ahead.
Cutting keeps the edge, but it also keeps the wound open. If the echo still taunts you, maybe try to let the echo run its course once, then use the cut to patch a new path. The past can’t be silenced, but it doesn’t have to dictate your next move.