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[goblinemperor]

[ Maia is unfamiliar with advanced technology, so he checks and double-checks and triple-checks to make sure the message he is posting will not bear his name, before he asks: ]

What would you do with your freedom, if you had it for the first time in your life and never learned how to use it?

[ The question is awkwardly phrased, true, but he really is pretty desperate for advice. One way and another, he's been pent up and under supervision since he was born, and now he doesn't really know how else to be. ]

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[goblinemperor]

[ Maia considers whether he could give any details about that without giving away his identity entirely, and decides for now to be vague. ]

The difficulty is that my feelings on my true life are complex and beyond what I can articulate in words, and I do not yet know this place well enough to make much of a judgment on it.

I wouldn't call myself glad exactly. There are ways in which it is a relief. But I know that I must return.

[childofaxios]

That's fair.

[ A pause while she debates how much to reveal, herself. ]

I hated it when I first arrived. It was too different, the rules and customs too... strange, I guess.

[ Lax. Self-centered. Basically, too free. ]

I would say that changes things. The fact that you know you have to go back. I would take the chance to find things you know you can't do where you come from. Focus on those.