"Jester god?" Jung repeated. "Am I reminding you of that guy?"
"Yeah. You sound like him. But now that I look at your archetype, I get it... It's not you who acts the same way as he does—it's me seeing you that way."
Ori justified his reasoning, materializing a wooden stick in his hand to aid his stride.
"It's about perception, right? You are reminded of him because you saw something similar, but others might not agree with you. And I'm interested in what you saw looking at my archetype."
This entire conversation exceeded players' understanding of Maskera.
They listened and recorded but couldn't comprehend what was said.
"Nothing," the sage god said. "I can't see your archetype. Either you don't have one—which is highly unlikely—or you are protected by someone stronger than me. As a knowledge collector, I want to find out more."
"She is on your track," Jung said to the system.
[Thanks for that, but you did it for yourself.]
"Worth it," he answered.
