[ At first, there's nothing but darkness.
Then a fuzzy image flickers into being, and slowly clears up. There is a young man on the other end (or at least he looks young), dressed like he's just stepped out from Victorian England.
His eyes are slightly unnerving; they are incredibly dark. It's a little like staring into an abyss, and having it
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Any of us needed to.
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[ EVEN BLUNTER THAN USUAL. SORRY. ]
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To come here. To serve.
If not for them.
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There's a pause of indeterminable length, before he speaks again, and he seems unusually...subdued.
For him, almost human. He's spent millions of years working for freedom; there's still some part of him that knows he is trapped.
The Will does not exist here. In a sense, he is free - and yet, trapped again; bound to another master.
Even in this little time, Pride has started to loosen its grip on his mind. ]
No.
No, I...suppose not. You do have a point...
[ And out of the blue- ]
What is your name?
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I'm Uni.
I arrived here some time before.
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Not that he'd ever admit he was at fault, of course. ]
Uni. An unusual name.
How long have you been here?
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I've been here for a few days. Almost a week-- [She glances at her hands for a moment.] The residents have been very helpful.
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And he catches that glance, although he says nothing about it. ]
Hm. Helpful is always good. At least they are not hostile; it would be significantly worse if they were.
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