The Strings Being Pulled

Ch 55

Weller's POV

"And there's your margarita!" Sonder smiles as he serves the drink. "So, Weller, how's work going?"
"Being government official where everyone is idiots, what do you expect?" I respond.
"He's government official?" some lady whispers to her friend.
"Let's avoid getting busted." the friend replies.

Two assassins, using seductive methods to get their targets, Ferla and Ezri, that's their identities and all I have to do is look at them just to know. No need to read their minds. Reminds me a lot of Azula, she seems to be at the club just a few blocks down seducing her dear target. That's how she always works.

Sonder is probably the only person who I somewhat find alright to be with. He's a spirit that's over 600 years old with a physical form. The same one who served her that beer and saw our first conversation.

The only reason I do talk find him somewhat enjoyable is because though I see him like everyone else, his backstory amuses me. The only 'friend' I still have ever since that war from 400 years ago. He's dead but capable of having a physical form.

People are social creatures, it doesn't matter how introverted you are because you will go insane if you have no social interaction at all. From evolution, we needed 'friends' to survive, we simply couldn't do it on our own so we developed into social creatures that need bonds and teamwork to survive.

Without interaction, we go insane, get driven into madness and get psychological problems. It's a pathetic thing really, because it can go wrong with betrayal that can end up shattering one's heart. That's why we have these standards set in place on society, they are there to keep order but if the standards are the same all the time then there is no progress so these standards change all the time.

Because of that, there is no true definition of good and bad, it all comes down to the way our moral compasses are formed and what society thinks right now, what the standards are. A perfect example is that it used to be perfectly fine to perform surgery on babies without anesthesia because we thought they couldn't feel pain but now it's seen as inhumane but it was normal back then. Beliefs, moral compasses and the standards set in place, it'll always change no matter what.

"For assassins, your voices are quite loud." I state. "Wonder how you got your jobs."
"Wha-what do you mean?" Ferla stutters.
"Pathetic, scared now?" I chuckle, she's afraid. "Hm...this place has many criminals so what's with the look?"
"Nothing you crazy sicko!" she answers and looks away.

Seems like an easy one to manipulate or control, I might get some amusing results from that. An assassin, it would be no surprise to those who are aware of her identity would find out she killed someone so I could toy around with her plenty. Finding out she's killing people that she isn't supposed to and finding out she's being controlled by someone else would give amusing results.

"You know, I wonder how you out of all people grieved over her death." Sonder states.
"Grief and love, I've only ever felt those two emotions once even when my philosophy on emotions still existed even back then, somehow I forgot about them." I reply. "All because of a woman that's probably like a lot other women who have existed."
"Your pessimism is never ending but you already knew you'd lose her and live on even so." Sonder responds.
"I'm the same person now from before I met her, when I met her, I was a different person." I explain.

My philosophy and views on life has always stayed the same, we're simply ants, our planet is a colony and the universe is the world we live in. You don't see the colony when looking at the entire universe, you don't care about the ants or colonies because you can't see them and get fascinated by what you see instead.

Your eyes aren't good enough to see the colony, your brain takes in what it can see and gets fascinated by the new and interesting things. My manipulation controls someone, put them in the illusion that they are in control and and that they can be the strong ant that can take over the colony by following my guide when in reality, I've literally rewired their brain, hold control over them, choose who they talk to, control what they see and they're my puppet

All of that with just a few sentences, they may choose not to hear my words but, your ear works constantly even when you're asleep. Your brain chooses the sounds but, still easy to get their attention and then force them to listen. There's many ways to do so, twist the moral compass, put them in an illusion, make them obsessed with you so they follow you. It's such a fucking easy thing for me to do.

"Your philosophy is something else." Sonder says as he makes a drink for someone, memories of me explaining my philosophy to him is flashing in his mind.
"You can't really argue against it either." I respond.
"Cheers to that." he smiles. "You really don't play with your philosophy."
"It's something the regular person refuses to accept, because the way I put it shows no hope, it makes you feel weak and helpless." I state. "But it's easy to twist in a way that gives somebody the illusion of control instead of helplessness."

A few people stare at me, some don't seem to comprehend the words I say, others thinking I'm a madman and others are fascinated. Though I haven't explained my philosophy at all to them, it still caught the attention of others. I can ramble on with this philosophy I have, people try to argue against it but I can support my statements so easily.

"Guess you're a celebrity now." Sonder states.
"I get people's attention all the time." I reply. "It's annoying as fuck."
"Your negative energy will get to me one day and I don't like that." he responds.
"Atleast I have no intentions to manipulate or control you." I smirk.

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Isfj-A, Harry
Infp-A, Liza
Istp-A, Weller

Here are there MBTI types, me and Liza have the same one

I also get way too carried away when writing Weller, he has even affected my philosophy a little and I just fucking love writing him