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[unforgivenchaos]

A dark form is crouched on a ledge, wings half open as it surveys the Nexus. After a moment, it speaks.

"How does one ensure one's own survival when one's host will not let one protect the host?"

While distorted, it's undeniably Vincent's voice. But it's not Vincent speaking.

((Mun is off to bed. I'll reply when I return.))

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[freadernasansan]

"Control over the host."

[freadernasansan]

He nods slowly. "Yes... What do you want with him though?"

[unforgivenchaos]

"This one wants harmony with the host so we may prevent the raising of the master. It is not time for the planet's destruction."

[freadernasansan]

"What is he concerned about?"

[unforgivenchaos]

"The host seems to fear this one. And he does not want to remember what he needs to know."

[freadernasansan]

"You're going to have to gain his trust then, aren't you."

[unforgivenchaos]

"There is little time. The dark ones have gained the key to raising the master."

[freadernasansan]

"Tell him to take a chance."

[unforgivenchaos]

Chaos smirks faintly. "You try telling him. The host has a head like a brick wall."

Chaos has learned a few things from Reno.

[freadernasansan]

His eyes flashed. "That might be fun." He became more serious again. "But hard. If you want to get through to him you'll have to try. You'll have to use all your persuasive skills."

[unforgivenchaos]

"This one will try. It might be easier without the protomateria inside us."

[freadernasansan]

"I don't really know what that is but... whatever works." Shrug.