Unthil tried to allow the anticipated fogginess of his mind to clear from whatever stupid vision he had just experienced. However, besides the harsh reminder that his even stupider younger brother exists at all—truly no meticulously crafted scale from anyone living or dead in the entirety of Transcendentem could ever accurately measure the immense amount of suffering and agony from the slightest thought of that—his experience hadn’t felt particularly painful by vision-with-omniscient^3-origin standards at all. Clearly Unthil must have been so distracted by his sheer annoyance and bitter contempt that he forgot to be grateful. Not just for how relatively painless his vision was, but also for how that excuse of an imaginary counterpart had thankfully gone away. That or the nearby presence of two SuperGods in its place did a poor job at easing any worry or unsettledness.

Imaginary Logixel asked Unthil if anything was the matter, as Unthil just looked like the saddest little poor thing he’d ever seen in his life and of course, it wasn’t a particularly good idea for anything or anyone to go in that general direction. Luckily, Logixel had brought lots and lots of lollipops to prevent anyone or anything from going sad. Lollipops were, of course, always the optimal candy to prevent anyone from going sad since they always make everyone go happy. Why, if someone was just totally unable to go happy from lollipops, Logixel wouldn’t know what to do! Clearly, as the Imaginary Paradoxus nearby reasoned, a pat on the back would have to accompany that lollipop for terminal happyward velocity and proceeded to demonstrate this to Logixel with Unthil as an example. Imaginary Paradoxus probably wasn’t particularly aware of his own strength though and that so-called “pat on the back” immediately sent Unthil flying hypersky high straight into the Cotton Candy Clouds of Destiny. This would have made Logixel pretty sad as a potential new friend of his to cheer up had now gone away and disappeared without any warning but luckily for his sake, Logixel had brought lollipops so really everything was fine, actually.

Unthil’s mood, despite having just achieved terminal happyward velocity and having safely landed in the Cotton Candy Clouds of Destiny, had not been particularly improved. As it shouldn’t be, getting whacked in the supergoddamned face and careened into the clouds would do an absolutely abysmal job at improving anyone’s mood unless they were some sort of completely miserable masochist. Unthil looked down on his brothers from his high point of view, observing those two idiots incapable of understanding even a fraction of anything he ever had to put up with happening to babble about dumb incoherent nonsense that would be completely incapable of helping anyone. In what Beyond Bubble would some pat on the back and a lollipop would honestly be able to solve real issues that SuperGods would actually have to go through? Oh yeah, sure, Unthil could probably pointlessly break his own mind to check for some obscure backnaughter one in a parallel Transcendentem that somehow hasn’t collapsed in on itself where that’s totally the case—that sounds about like the kind of suggestion he’d expect them to propose—but why? That’s stupid, they’re stupid, everyone is stupid, and Unthil was especially stupid for even entertaining that idea for them at all. But at least Unthil came to terms with that stupidity long ago, he’s the only one to have realized and accepted that the Council was just doomed from the start from how idiotic all its members are and quite frankly, he’s plain shocked that literally anybody else was still able to genuinely care so much about its miserable state.