Verse and Dimensions: Stories - страница 68

Unthil’s mood, despite having just achieved terminal happyward velocity and having safely landed in the Cotton Candy Clouds of Destiny, had not been particularly improved. As it shouldn’t be, getting whacked in the supergoddamned face and careened into the clouds would do an absolutely abysmal job at improving anyone’s mood unless they were some sort of completely miserable masochist. Unthil looked down on his brothers from his high point of view, observing those two idiots incapable of understanding even a fraction of anything he ever had to put up with happening to babble about dumb incoherent nonsense that would be completely incapable of helping anyone. In what Beyond Bubble would some pat on the back and a lollipop would honestly be able to solve real issues that SuperGods would actually have to go through? Oh yeah, sure, Unthil could probably pointlessly break his own mind to check for some obscure backnaughter one in a parallel Transcendentem that somehow hasn’t collapsed in on itself where that’s totally the case—that sounds about like the kind of suggestion he’d expect them to propose—but why? That’s stupid, they’re stupid, everyone is stupid, and Unthil was especially stupid for even entertaining that idea for them at all. But at least Unthil came to terms with that stupidity long ago, he’s the only one to have realized and accepted that the Council was just doomed from the start from how idiotic all its members are and quite frankly, he’s plain shocked that literally anybody else was still able to genuinely care so much about its miserable state.

If Unthil had bothered to remember to be grateful for anything now, it was to be grateful that he even got this absolutely fantastic opportunity to live in this fantasy world of someone painfully dumb enough to be this divorced from reality, it gave him the chance to truly grasp how amazing living a life like this must be—stupid enough to not care about anything or anyone, but with actual contentment to go alongside that. As pathetic as living some perpetually blissfully ignorant life would be, at least there would be no constant frustration or shame or disappointment to hide since it just wouldn’t be there in the first place. Unthil found it unfortunate that he needed to settle for the next best thing of accepting and reminding how much everything and everyone sucks throughout his life but at this point, he's leaned into that far enough for there to just be no chance for anyone to accept any effort put towards a course-correction so he won't bother.

Perhaps that “pat on the back” from Imaginary Paradoxus totally worked and had indeed made Unthil happier, now he could gladly say to himself that he was happy for Imaginatim that she was fortunate to hold a gift better than Unthil’s complete excuse for one ever was. And since that said excuse for a “gift” of his held all sorts of risks that would lead to ruining hers should he dawdle around in here for too long, Unthil ought to get to work on figuring out how to escape Imaginatim’s mind, go and off Kotoblade from within his father’s mind, and actually be over with this rotten headache-inducing nonsense. And he’ll do it all by himself too—the sooner everything is all done and dealt with, the better. Unthil didn’t want any chances of Paradoxus or Logixel and especially Realitus ruining anything by confronting him and presenting stupid questions and their terrible ideas from being in over their heads—they'll never understand anything about him, they’ve already got enough out of him, and Unthil was not willing to go through any more of that hurt again. If they're going to spend any more chances of attempting to get anything out of him, Unthil hoped for their sake that they’d better give up on trying real quickly because he will never ever care about whatever their input would be and there will be nothing those supergoddamned idiots would ever do that would get him to say any more.