"So, tell me, what troubles you?" The stranger asked.
"I don't know," I shrugged as I was sitting in front of him. "I just... don't see a point anymore."
"A point to what?"
"Everything? Me? Pick one," I just replied.
The stranger chuckled. "You seem truly lost. So, you believe there is no point to yourself or anything anymore?"
I mean, why should I?
Gilgamesh, Enkidu, Medusa, her sisters, Svend, and Yggdrasil. I couldn't truly save any of them. They're all pretty much gone now and I was powerless to stop it.
Archtype Earth feels powerless. How ironic.
"Hmm, so, you truly have no purpose anymore?" The man asked as he poured from the stone pot into a stone carved to look like a cup.
"I've been around for a long time, and I'll stay for probably even longer. Everything I care about just... fades away while I stay the same," I replied while looking down.
"That is quite the dilemma," the man said as he held the stone cup as steam came out of it. "You know, this tea will get cold soon."
"Uh... Yeah? All hot tea does that?" I said back, confused.
"Indeed they do," the man took a sip from the tea. "Tea eventually becomes cold and loses its taste. It's inevitable. That does not mean I can't enjoy it while it's warm. I can simply not bother making tea in the first place, but I still enjoy it. I enjoy drinking it," the man then reached besides him to the leaves near the pot and placed one in his cup. "Adding my own touch on how to make tea can make it even more enjoyable. Even if I know it won't last and that the tea will share the same fate."
... Wait, was this one of those analogies where 'Tea' is a reference to something?
I mean, I can easily guess that the 'Tea' is a reference to life here. Even if the end is the same and it's happening one way or another, that doesn't mean I shouldn't enjoy it? And what does 'adding my own touch' mean? Is it supposed to mean it's better if I get involved even if the end is the same?
That's ridiculous. My involvement didn't really change anything. They're all gone. It didn't matter that I... I...
I played cards with Gilgamesh.
I saved Enkidu's life.
I had talks with Tiamat.
I built a house and lived in it with Medusa and her sisters.
I saved Medusa from becoming a monster.
I shared stories with Yggdrasil.
I raised Svend as my own child.
I did all that despite knowing the way those stories ended, and I... enjoyed it. I enjoyed every moment. If I ever got the chance to do those things again, even if I knew how they end... I would.
"I ... thank you," I mumbled to the stranger.
"For what? All I did was talk about tea," the guy was being a smartass.
"I don't think I've asked for your name." "My name is Siddhartha."
Oh... I was talking to THE Buddha... I don't know if its the Elemental mentality or the fact I've already met some big names, but this isn't getting as big of a reaction as it should.
"You know, I think I'll take your offer on tea after all," I said motioning to the pot. "I heard once that tea with a fascinating stranger is one of life's greatest joys."
"Those sound like the words of a wise man," Siddhartha poured me a cup and handed it to me.
"They really are," I said as I brought the tea to my mouth and tried to drink.
Yup. It just went and seeped from the sides of my mouth, as expected.
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