a profusion of whistles

[self_composed]

"I didn't wind up interacting directly with Micaiah much," says Stella, after returning home from a certain visit. "Does he deviate from template significantly? He didn't have wings, so I imagine it was by less than Angela deviates from my template."

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[self_composed]

"I'm not gonna hurt you," she says, sitting back and blinking. "- Is it the coins? Are you scared of Shell Bell now too?"

[truthwright]

"Maybe I should be," he says, dropping the six of hearts into his lap and pressing his hand down on top of the house of cards so the whole thing collapses onto the table. A few stray cards spin off the edge onto the floor.

"But you're the only one who's done the thing I'm afraid of."

[self_composed]

"...The asteroid thing?" hazards Stella. "Alice isn't afraid of me. He was mad for a while but not afraid. Micaiah wasn't either. Why are you?"

[truthwright]

"Alice is the one who's fucking you, I'm pretty sure that buys him a pass," says Kas. "The worst thing Micaiah's ever done to anybody is steal their wallet and run away laughing."

[self_composed]

"Is Amariah tolerating you doing nasty things to people?" asks Stella. "Because that seems unlikely on the face of it. Although I still haven't met her directly."

[truthwright]

"I killed a guy for her," Petaal pipes up, with a defiant flutter of her wings. "And I'd do it again."

[self_composed]

"And Amariah killed a guy for Shell Bell, Golden killed somebody who hurt her particularly badly, the fact that I've never personally found it necessary doesn't mean I can't see the occasional necessity for people with fewer resources than I have," says Stella. "If Amariah wanted you to kill a guy I'm pretty happy to accept the explanation that this was the best idea."

[truthwright]

"Well, I'm still scared of you," says Kas, looking away. "Maybe I shouldn't be, I don't know, I didn't decide to be, I just am."

[self_composed]

"Do you want me to leave you alone?" asks Stella doubtfully.

[truthwright]

"I don't know," he sighs. Petaal flutters her wings again.

[self_composed]

"...I'm gonna go up and check the Belltower for updates," says Stella, and she teleports up.

She reads very fast and she's through Amariah's update about "Juliet" in a few seconds and Shell Bell's report about having talked Angela into taking mint powers in a few more. But she flies down the stairs instead of teleporting down again. If he wants to bolt, he can bolt.

[truthwright]

Kas and Petaal are at the same table; Petaal is viscacha-shaped on top of the pile of cards, and Kas has his arms around her and his face buried in her fur.

[self_composed]

Aww.

Stella eyes him as she walks past to an empty seat at the bar. Why's he scared of her? Amariah's witchy and he's not, Amariah's a version of her, she has every reason to count on Amariah to keep her own Whistle contained. The Joker didn't have one. (That's the problem; the Joker is what happens when a Whistle doesn't encounter a Bella soon enough.)

[truthwright]

She could always ask him. He hasn't gone anywhere. He's just over there snuggling his daemon.

[self_composed]

Stella orders lemonade. (It still seems rude to conjure food in a sentient bar. She's not hurting for asters.)

She goes and sits back down. "I really have no intention of stranding you on an asteroid," she says.

[truthwright]

He scoops Petaal a little closer and rests his chin on top of her head.

"Okay," he says. "I don't get why, though."

[self_composed]

"The Joker was killing people. He likes this masked vigilante type and that was how he was getting her attention, was terrorizing their city. And there wasn't - I could have laid down all the ground rules of Mars on that world, and as long as I wasn't sticking around to babysit him and patch holes, he would have found something else to do that would've been distinctly not-benign. I have my own world to babysit, but I found someone from his who let me in to - sequester him. The asylum wasn't going to hold him; he told me as much himself. I did not have another way to keep people around him safe. But I did make sure that he could still visit Milliways in his dreams, from the asteroid, before I left." She shrugs. "You've got a Bell. You don't have to kill anyone to get her attention. She's got enough projects to keep her fascinating for an eternity. And if you go some manner of glitchy and become dangerous anyway, she can take care of it, I don't have to. No one on the Joker's world was going to be able to do anything of the kind. No magic there."

[truthwright]

Kas sighs and strokes Petaal's fur.

"Were you sad?" the daemon asks, turning her head to look at Stella.

[self_composed]

"At the time? I was pissed off. But that wasn't why. I told him well before I got to the point of being pissed off that this was the plan, if I found a way to his world. It's sad, when I think about it now. He could've been like my Alice if things had been different."

[truthwright]

"...And that's what's sad?" says Kas. "It's sad that he's not a different person?"

[self_composed]

"It's sad that things turned out that way, that he's not safe to have in a population center, that the masked vigilante he had his eye on never even slightly got what he was about, that he's unhappy about the asteroid, that all the relevant people and events fell together this way and not some in happier configuration," says Stella. "Maybe that adds up to it being sad that he's not a different person. The multiverse doesn't have to be fair. Quite possibly some people are just net sad, net incompatible with others being happy, net doomed to leave their environments less pleasant than they were. The people the Joker killed don't get to be anyone anymore because they are dead."

[truthwright]

"He'd be just fine in a population center of other Jokers," says Kas. "He's a sweetheart to us."

[self_composed]

"Yeah, well, the one time Alice tried to visit him he got trapped in his mindscape, I thought Alice was dead, and I ultimately had to mount a hazardous rescue mission," scowls Stella. "Maybe one day if enough Whistles collect here I'll force the door for you all and you can all have a party on the asteroid or something. But he was not born in a population center of people just like himself. He was terrorizing ordinary people whose only mistake was living in a city that attracts people who like to take it apart."

[truthwright]

"Who're you pissed off at?" he asks quietly.

[self_composed]

"Human psychology." She sighs.