“I wouldn’t say that you can’t experience love at first sight because you are a wizard or an illusionist,” said Twig. “But now, hear me out. Sure, the love you feel for a person —“
“The love you think you feel,” corrected Yves dryly.
“Please don’t interrupt,” said Twig.
“Rude,” said Mushroombird.
The fuck, thought Yves.
“Anyway,” continued Twig. “The love you think you feel for a real person can be false. And sure, it can be something simpler, like lust. But in the same way, it can be real. Even if you fall in love with an illusion, even if the person is fake, the feeling can still be real.
If you really think about it, how you perceive a real person is never the same as how the real person truly is. It is what you piece together and come to understand from all that you learn about the person and experience with her. But still, you only ever create your own version of that person. So even if the person is real, with her own body and Rothar and past, you nonetheless make her an illusion in your head.”
Yves tried to think this through, “Still, if you suddenly found out that all the people in your life, all beings around you were illusions, would you not live completely differently?”
“Are you asking me?” asked Twig. “Me, personally?”
“I am asking myself,” Yves was just thinking out loud. “To know that others are real restrains you in your interactions.”
“Your consciousness restrains you,” said Twig. “Feelings of empathy and social obligations.”
“Because you know that you have an impact on people, and the world, in general,” added Yves, “while illusions are only there to impact and gratify and satisfy you.”
“Eww,” said Twig.
“Rude,” said Mushroombird.
“Disgust is no valid counterargument,” said Yves.
“It is an argument against you, though,” said Mushroombird.
“Apologies,” said Yves.
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