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[Projeck37]

Chryssa sits outside of Mio's room against the wall. She is a concerned friend, after all.

[SOLDIER First]

"...N-no, I was joking."

[Twi]

The only things she sees with any clarity are hatred and immense power. Nothing near her own as a Primordial, but such as to be unimaginable to mortals.

[I WILL NOT EXPLAIN MYSELF TO AN INFERIOR BEING.]

The roaring Laughter the Primordial shows him drowns out all speech for at least a while.

['Inferior being'. Inferior. Being. You truly do not understand a thing. By all metrics, you are the inferior being to me.]

Her Will coils around him like Her Embrace, not to crush or protect, but simply to make thoroughly known Her vastness. Something that goes well beyond their respective avatars with which they speak with the {mortals/shadows/thin things}.

[So I ask again: Do you understand what you are interfering in? Do you even realize how little you can accomplish here?]

[SOLDIER First]

[THIS IS NOT WHERE I BELONG. I WAS TAKEN FROM THERE, AND SO WAS MY VESSEL. BUT THAT IS IRRELEVANT. I WILL RISE INTO THIS WORLD AND DESTROY IT LIKE ANY OTHER, AND YOU CAN DO NOTHING TO STOP ME.]

[Twi]

[THIS IS NOT WHERE I BELONG. I WAS TAKEN FROM THERE, AND SO WAS MY VESSEL. BUT THAT IS IRRELEVANT. I WILL RISE INTO THIS WORLD AND DESTROY IT LIKE ANY OTHER, AND YOU CAN DO NOTHING TO STOP ME.]

[And then what? You will lord over your tiny portion of Not Being? I suppose I can't blame you for not thinking this through. You haven't destroyed any worlds before, have you? If you had, you'd know how pointless it is.]

[SOLDIER First]

[SILENCE. YOU TRULY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU SPEAK OF,  FOOLISH PRIMORDIAL.]

[Twi]

[SILENCE. YOU TRULY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU SPEAK OF,  FOOLISH PRIMORDIAL.]

[Oh, did I hit a nerve? Well, true or not, it does not  matter. Your world, this world. I, you. All of that is a pittance compared to what the {mortals/thin things/shadows} I shepherd are currently questing towards but a small part of. The fate of not just one world, but all worlds. Infinity. Even your own existence would not be spared by Those Who Trespass.

You'd do well to consider that. For your own sake.]

[SOLDIER First]

At first, she doesn't receive a reply. Grima seems to be considering something.

[YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE YOUR WORD ON THIS? YOU ARE TRULY LAUGHABLE, PRIMORDIAL. NOW, LEAVE ME. I WILL SPEAK WITH YOUR BOTHERSOME PRESENCE NO LONGER.]

[Twi]

At first, she doesn't receive a reply. Grima seems to be considering something.

[YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE YOUR WORD ON THIS? YOU ARE TRULY LAUGHABLE, PRIMORDIAL. NOW, LEAVE ME. I WILL SPEAK WITH YOUR BOTHERSOME PRESENCE NO LONGER.]

[I do not expect you to believe my word. That would be much too easy, wouldn't it? No, Fell Dragon. I expect you to believe my power. The words are more of a courtesy.]

And indeed, Her Embrace falls upon Grima's soul. Not to crush him, not even to comfort him. Her will envelops him to impress upon him the reality of Her past. The memories of the Tresspassers. The things Her {mortals/shadows/thin things} have seen, as well as the things She has seen. It That Embraces whispers to the Fell Dragon with a presence as sweet as silk and as smooth as air.

[When I say things are larger than me, I do not mean it lightly. Have you not seen the signs for yourself, Fell Dragon? Do you think being torn from your world is mere coincidence? For there is no such thing as Coincidence. There are only purposes that one does not yet fathom.]

[SOLDIER First]

[YOUR POWER MEANS AS LITTLE TO ME AS YOUR WORD, AND I TIRE OF BOTH. LEAVE ME, PRIMORDIAL.]

[Twi]

[YOUR POWER MEANS AS LITTLE TO ME AS YOUR WORD, AND I TIRE OF BOTH. LEAVE ME, PRIMORDIAL.]

[You know I cannot do that. You are in the way of what must be done, {Grima}.]
Determination.

[SOLDIER First]

[YOUR FOOLISHNESS ASTOUNDS ME, PRIMORDIAL. BUT YOU CANNOT DO ANYTHING TO ME AS I AM. YOU CANNOT TOUCH ME WITHOUT ENDING THE LIFE OF MY VESSEL, AND EVEN THEN YOU KNOW NOT WHERE I TRULY RESIDE. GO AHEAD IF YOU WILL. KILL HER. THERE WILL BE OTHERS.]

[Twi]

[YOUR FOOLISHNESS ASTOUNDS ME, PRIMORDIAL. BUT YOU CANNOT DO ANYTHING TO ME AS I AM. YOU CANNOT TOUCH ME WITHOUT ENDING THE LIFE OF MY VESSEL, AND EVEN THEN YOU KNOW NOT WHERE I TRULY RESIDE. GO AHEAD IF YOU WILL. KILL HER. THERE WILL BE OTHERS.]

[Kill her? As if I would ever even think about such a thing. I suspect that there are, however, many things I can do to you. Or with you. After all, I have already touched you here. Or would you deny that?]

Indeed, the stubborn Primordial continues to Embrace Grima, though now She is just a bit more... forceful. If She cannot convince Grima, She will simply pull him into Her Embrace. Pull him away from the vessel he so desperately clings to.  (Though, She is still careful to take it gently and do Her best to cut the bonds between Grima and Eirika before tugging. After all, She would not want to harm her.)

[SOLDIER First]

[YOUR EFFORTS MEAN NOTHING, PRIMORDIAL. I MAY BE ABLE TO DO LITTLE AS I AM, BUT YOU STILL CANNOT TOUCH ME SO LONG AS I AM CONNECTED IN THIS WAY. I WELCOME YOU TO ATTEMPT A SECOND TIME ONCE MY PHYSICAL BEING IS BACK IN THIS WORLD.]

Indeed, it seems as though ITE is simply tugging at a cordless telephone for all her work is doing.

[Twi]

[YOUR EFFORTS MEAN NOTHING, PRIMORDIAL. I MAY BE ABLE TO DO LITTLE AS I AM, BUT YOU STILL CANNOT TOUCH ME SO LONG AS I AM CONNECTED IN THIS WAY. I WELCOME YOU TO ATTEMPT A SECOND TIME ONCE MY PHYSICAL BEING IS BACK IN THIS WORLD.]

Indeed, it seems as though ITE is simply tugging at a cordless telephone for all her work is doing.

And yet efforts continue. Perhaps not that exact sort of efforts, but efforts regardless. After all, it is not as though She has anything better to do with Her time and energy at the moment. <sub>(Unless there is something, but I'm pretty sure fraternizing with (mortals/shadows/thin things) does not count.)

So yeah, we could be here a while.</sub>