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"Have you ever heard the tale of The Tortoise and The Hare?" an older, brusque voice rang out, echoing as it bounced off of the walls of a particularly dark room.
"I'm not particularly well versed in the way of Western literature," another voice responded, feminine with something of a Mid-Western American accent.
"The story is about a race between-" The first voice started again, but was cut off.
"A tortoise and a hare," the softer voice cut in, with something of a discontented air it. "The Hare is obviously faster, but in the shock of a century, the Tortoise wins. It's a tale meant to teach the reader that slow and steady wins the race, yeah?"
The masculine voice paused before continuing. "You've...heard this story before?"
The feminine voice let out scoff and retorted with a twinge of irritation. "What? I just told you I don't know jack about Western lit!" A hand smacked down against a hard surface. "I ain't no liar, don't go makin' me out to be one!" After a brief moment of silence, the accented speaker continued, seemingly having calmed down. "It's just basic story structure. If you say two things that have contrasting traits and put them in a situation where one will have the advantage over the other, the probable ending and message are obvious. It's only common sense."
The aged voice let out a sigh, briefly followed by a high-pitched chuckle. "Well, my dear, this version of the story is a bit different. See, in the original, the Tortoise challenges the Hare to a race after being fed up with being looked down on. The Hare is cocky, and it ends up wasting its time on frivolous things, ultimately losing the race. This version, however, is a bit different." A few steps are heard, and suddenly the lights to the room flicker on, revealing a man in a white lab coat who appeared to be in his fifties, his face clothed by a great white full-face beard and white curly hair. Behind him, sitting in a chair, was a red-headed woman in her twenties who had shoulder length hair and sharp eyes betrayed by a face seemingly hailed from Russia. The man, who had told the tale, continued. "In this version, there is a fox."
"A fox?" The girl, who was sitting down, raised her head from her hand as if she had gained interest in the story. "What type of fox? Could it have been the rodent-like Vulpes zerda? Or maybe it was the cute and adorable Vulpes velox, no? Or how about the Vulpes vulpes!" She was practically out of her seat, shaking with excitement as she listed fox names by their scientific names, as if to flaunt her knowledge about foxes.
The bearded man smiled. "It was the red fox. So, that would be...the Vulpes vulpes, am I correct?" The Fox Fanatic nodded her head vigorously. "Yes, well then. The Fox just so happens to come across a squabbling Tortoise and Hare, and she decides to sweeten the deal. She says to the Hare that for every five minutes spent in the race, he will be given one carrot. She then goes to the Tortoise and tells him that if he wins the race, he will be granted happiness. The two then race off. What do you think happens?"
"...Well I have a few questions first." The girl started, raising her hand. "Why do they so easily believe that the fox can grant them those wishes? Do they know the fox? It seems highly illogical for people or animals to simply believe the words of a random stranger who just came up to them and offered them impossible things. And on that note, why would a hare so easily trust its natural predator?" She nods her head to the side. "It just doesn't make sense."
"It's a fable," the man replied, handwaving the girl's questions. "Do not worry about the semantics, merely look at it from a story's perspective as you did before." With this, the girl brought hand to her chin and thought for only a few moments before explaining what she thought may have happened.
"Well, unlike before, the two both had goals in mind...so naturally neither the Tortoise nor the Hare would laze around. This said, the Hare's reward was different from the Tortoise's, and looking back at the first story, he certainly seems the type to harbor a fair bit of avarice. I'd imagine, to take advantage of the Fox's offer, he would try to prolong the race. The Tortoise, on the other hand, had a different goal in mind, and that was to finish the race as quickly as possible." She scratched the back of her neck and paused for an extra few seconds, staring into the table in front of her. "So...the Hare would likely try to play tricks on the Tortoise or distract him, anything from allowing him to get to the end. They both looked squarely at the goals they were given...and time would pass. Given that this is fable, I don't assume ridiculous stretches are out the window. Because of this...I'd say that the race continued for possibly years, until finally the two died, never having gotten what they wanted.
The man's eyes widened, as he was practically speechless. He laughed his high-pitched laugh and clapped heartily. "My, my! Your mind really is top tier; that's basically the entirety of the story! But do you know what the moral is? Do you know why the story ended the way it did?"
The girl looked down again. "I think...it's because the two never really considered any sort of compromise. They were both looking at their goals through their own lenses and butting heads. They weren't averse to each other's ideas, they simply had their own on their mind and only their own, considering nothing else, not even their well-being. They were enemies to each other and to themselves solely because they kept looking forward."
"Exactly." The man said, taking a seat in front of her, giving her a stern look. "But know that it isn't simply because the two had goals that they fell, there is never anything wrong with having a dream or wanting to accomplish something. Understand?" Again, the girl nodded. "These two fell because they had their goals so close to them that they felt they could accomplish them, like a carrot being dangled in front of a horse. It was only because they could see their goal and became consumed by its smell, its feel, and its taste."
"Why are you telling me this, old man?" The girl said, resting her arm over the back of her chair. "I mean, it's a nice life lesson and all, but you generally don't go tellin' me stories out of the blue like that."
"Kayaba is the Fox, and the players are the Tortoise. He presented them with pain and anguish, but he also showed us a symbol of hope: the 100th floor and the final boss. By clearing those, we shall attain 'happiness'."
"So then, the Hare...it must be that guy, right?" The girl added with an unsure look on her face and and a raised eyebrow. "That must be why you're telling me this now, it has to be."
"And you are the Fox," the man said, his hands clasped together.
An even larger question mark showed on the girl's face when she heard this. "Wait, but I thought Kayaba was the Fox." The man remained silent. "...No...no it makes sense. Kayaba is the Fox, but I'm also the Fox. There is never Yin without Yang, and so far only one of the goals has been revealed...happiness. If we look at this another way, that guy's carrots- or in this context, his happiness, lies opposite the 100th floor. The masses' hope is his despair. If I am the Fox, then I must be the one to supplement that hope and bring the image of happiness to him. Which means that if Kayaba is the Yin, I am the Yang...or vice versa, thus collectively making us the Fox."
The man remained silent and stood up, turning his back to the girl. "You realize what you must do, correct?"
The girl did not respond. She simply walked to the door and opened it. "If I am the Fox, he is the Hare, and the players are the Tortoise, you must be..." Quietly, she left, closing the door behind her.
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