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Looks like someone knew exactly what I wanted... or should I say, needed.

[The image focuses on a poster on the wall of Mulder's office area in his apartment. There are a bunch of other things pinned to the wall as well- mostly his own notes, and other things of interest he's collected over time here. But the poster is clearly the focus of the picture. Finally, Mulder moves in.]

Did anyone else catch sight of that sleigh in the sky on Christmas Eve? I know I saw something up there, and I'm pretty sure it wasn't a spaceship. This time.

You see... on my world, Santa Claus is a mythical character believed in by children... but I'm starting to wonder now if there might be something to that supposed legend of good old Saint Nick. It would explain the freaky little elves who were running around demanding things, too.

[Believing in children's fantasies is a bit of a stretch even for him usually, but after his sighting and the gift he wonders. Sure, it's just as much possible it's some trick of the Malnosso... but would that matter right now with what this means to him? He glances back to the poster. Back home, it had been burned up in that fire, along with a great deal of his work. Having it back gives him a feeling of hope and renewal.]

Maybe that's what Santa- or someone- wants to tell me. To keep believing, to never give up. It's a very different message than I'd have gotten from a fruitcake.

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The kind that want to colonize the planet by infecting humanity with a black oil virus containing what amounts basically to their life force... though in their standard form they're the grays most commonly reported in abduction cases.

I'm still searching for what really happened to my sister. After all these years.

Black oil virus. Hah. I don't think I've encountered that one. Maybe a bit of a hiccup between universes. Sounds revolting, though.

So that has become your driving quest, I take it.

Especially when said alien virus crawls into your eyes and nose so it can go take over your brain. Not a pretty sight going in, or out.

Anyway... yes. Finding my sister is the main reason why I became so obsessed with the paranormal, why I've sought to uncover everything that's being withheld about the extraterrestrials. I will know the truth of what really happened one day. I won't ever stop looking.

Very revolting. I'd definitely recall if I'd met a species like that.

A laudable enough quest.And most questions do have answers.

They may just not be the answers we like.

It's right up there as one of the ickiest things I've experienced, to put it scientifically. Although the man-sized flukeworm comes pretty close, along with the robotic cockroaches from space.

[Yep. This is Mulder's life.]

Most importantly, I want to find closure. No matter what form that answer might take. I've come so close, many times, but the full truth isn't quite in my grasp.

Mulder, I am beginning to think that there are gods such as me in your universe, and one of them is having a lovely time messing with you specifically.

What is still lacking, then?

[Mulder chuckles a little at the notion.] I always figured someone up there hated me, this just reinforces the idea.

I have yet to find out what really happened, to know where she is right now. I've seen things... I've run into clones of her, imitations created through their experiments... Really, of the vast conspiracies that I've uncovered, I feel I've only scratched the surface.

Paranoia is a valid survival mechanism.

Ah, I see. That would be quite vexing.

I like to think it's served me well over the years.

Vexing only begins to describe it. I've come across so many dead ends and false leads, I've found evidence only for someone to destroy it... but I've got to keep searching.

It has certainly kept me alive.

I wonder why there is such interest in keeping your separated. Are you some sort of royalty?

Me too.

[And oh god, him? Royalty!? Ahahahahaha. He can't help but laugh at the thought, it's the farthest thing from his life, really.]

No... no, the only time I've ever been crowned was at a Burger King. The Mulder family line isn't descended from any special royal lineage or anything like that. Although, my father did work for the government, and also had a role in some of what I've uncovered. So there is some personal interest in there.

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Hm. So really, just the victim of chance. Curious.

Chance plays a bigger role in our lives sometimes than we'd like.

Sometimes.

It's actually far more comforting when it is mishap caused by chance.

Especially compared to the alternative, to it being more... deliberate.

Precisely.

I often wonder whether our being here is entirely random.

Very little is entirely random.

That means we can eventually understand more about the reasons and patterns behind this place... maybe it'll make some difference in our situation.

That is definitely a potential, but far more data would be required for such a complex setup.

We have all the time in the world to gather data...

That's a bit of an exaggeration, isn't it? You'll probably be dead in fifty years or so.

Probably. Possibly. But in this place, I'm not so sure how that might actually work, if we just keep reviving...

I dearly hope to not be here in fifty years.

So do I... I'd like to think we'd figure this place out within a couple of years at the most. But there's still the off chance it could happen.

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