[Omega had been procrastinating. To be fair, it was a trait that didn't come from nowhere. Spending millennia doing nothing beyond reminding oneself to continue so he could finally escape, finally actually leave and be a part of the universe once more.
But this had loomed in his mind just as much as escape did. It festered and rotted and he realised it was starting to effect his mental health.
He reminded himself he was going to feel, if not better, then certainly less preoccupied, once this meeting had been complete and knocked on Braxiatel's door.]
[OOC:Sorry about the delay.]
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