What if I'm a snowstorm burning?

So it's to be a battle, at least according to one unknown person's intentions. But I can't help but wonder if that's the right thing. I'm not advocating blindly clinging to pacifism; I'll be among the first to raise a hand against an injust force, provided we know what that force is. Or at least support those with the tools to fight.

Things have happened here that I can't accept, much less forgive. The fact that some of those who have died have returned in no way makes up that their deaths happened. As for avenging our very existence here...that I can't advocate, nor dismiss out of hand. I believe there were good things in my past, before the sphere, but I'm not naive enough to believe that I was yanked out of a life that held only bliss.

There have been happy times here. There are people here who I love. I'm not about to endanger any of them by mindlessly heeding a call to arms that none of us yet understand. So perhaps we could start by asking some questions.

Has anyone spoken with Mr. Fugue?

Goodness. You wouldn't think a little singing would cause so many problems, but as poetic as lyrics can be, they make straightforward communication difficult. Perhaps that's why some people have been so bold since this began. Quite unsettling.

There are all these delightful unicorns about today! How lovely. They really are beautiful creatures. I hadn't thought that unicorns existed, but I suppose anything's possible here.

Except...they seem to have chosen people to follow, and none have chosen me. Does anyone know the criteria? Maybe I could lure one with a carrot, if unicorns eat the same things as horses. I'd rather like to have a unicorn.