Momo and Innocia

Momo: Innocia, let me show you something.

Innocia: What is it?

Momo: This room. Look at how their dinnertime is like.

Innocia: They're all on beds. They're all in white. But only half of them are eating. What's this place?

Momo: A place of trial. One that either makes or breaks a person.

Innocia: How disturbing. But is this not the same as the world outside? Is life not in itself a crash course in pain that we all have to go through?

Momo: The line between pain and pleasure is blur, Innocia. Some may very well cling onto that pain if it could bring them something.

Innocia: You still didn't answer me. What's so special about this room?

Momo: Simple. This is the painless world. And everyone in this room has the choice of bringing pain back into their lives or keeping pain out of their lives.

Innocia: ...that's not much of a choice. Why would anyone pick the former?

Momo: Would you?

Innocia: I don't see why not.

Momo: Over there is a drink, Innocia. You can drink it and eternally sleep. Would you want to?

Innocia: ...I see.

Momo: This room is a mere reminder to these tenants that thy time and thy will are in eternal jeopardy.

Innocia: No mere reminder can send people to seek for the reaper.

Momo: Yet I, such the reaper dressed in white, am here. How then do people go about everyday life so ignorant that they need this reminder? Simple - They are always aware of this fact. They just reject the path given to them. They choose not to follow the rose-ridden road to the rapture of the reaper, the receding requiem. Instead they live, with their ups and downs.

Innocia: Then why would they seek you?

Momo: Why? It is simply because I am there to remind them of the rose-ridden road when they hit the end. To remind them that there is a single clear path, and everywhere else is but thorned temptations.

Innocia: I sincerely pray that those who follow you are few in number.

Momo: As do I. But there shall be those who accept absurdity, and I have my job to do.