Heather
*`A study filled with empty bookshelves. A residency long-abandoned, one which has been reclaimed by the azure forest that surrounds. Crystals of obsidian hue grow from the ceiling and the floor, interrupting the fragile, aged woodwork of its interior.`*

Once the Weaver would regain consciousness, he would find himself in the midst of the empty study. The Root-Tender, Kaareish, was nowhere to be seen, and all that surrounded him was the quiet atmosphere of the study, its bookshelves long-since emptied in violent manner. 

*`ʳⁱⁿᵍ`*
*`ʳⁱⁿᵍ`*
*`ʳⁱⁿᵍ`*
—the familiar sound of the silver chime echoes through the atmosphere, and the air is enshrouded in an odd darkness, each of the obsidian crystals flaring with peculiar tenebrous in response. The obsidian hums with a resonance that seemed to call to the Weaver, as if it was **Summoning his touch.**

 *Heresy* Was indeed a fine word to describe the nature of the writhing and inexplicable darkness which surrounded him, as well as the parasite-upon-a-parasite that was the crystalline obsidian growth. Yet, even more peculiarly, that *Heresy* Begged one's inner curiosity — it was like a question, begging to be answered.

*What secrets do this study hold?*
Cecil
The Weaver wouldn't wake for a long, long time. Maybe time distortion applied to this realm, but in the realm he was, the room would be dead still for a while. After all, he'd just pushed his body to it's limit. If anything, he needed to rest, maybe a long time, maybe even forever.. It didn't seem like he was very alive, but it's not like anyone was nearby to check on him..

His fingers started to move, first. He clenched both hands and pushed himself to sit, recuperating from the place he'd just been in and what he'd done to get here. The memories came back.

The three wooden fingers were still there. And he could recognise a bit of his surroundings, despite being so foreign in nature.

He was alive.


Of course, he didn't waste any further time with standing around, he didn't know how long he'd slept for. Days? Weeks? He couldn't make out an answer.

What he did know though, is the crystals in the room with him. It was calling for him. He didn't know if something sentient was in it, but he could feel an attraction towards it.. But he refused to get close.

He knew where he was. And despite meeting the Tender and learning that not everything here was hostile, it didn't mean that it was a good thing. Every person has a different side despite their best tries at being good in nature. It's common in everyone, and maybe it was his attempt at capturing him to be jailed to this forest forever..

..Still, he couldn't help but get closer. His steps were weary, but he was curious and full of wonder. What power did this crystal hold that it can call for someone? And why him specifically? He got closer to learn.

Right as he was about to do the movement to pick the crystals up, he stopped. This didn't feel right. 
Walking to a forest of dreams and heresy, and passing out of exhaustion only to wake in a room in the source of it's heresy.. It didn't feel right..

But, his intrusive thoughts took the best of him.


He picked up an obsidian crystal, gazing into it.
Heather
```ini
[ ʰᵘᵐᵐ ]```

__Curiosity killed the cat.__

The Red Weaver is tempted beyond his better judgment, and takes hold of the obsidian-hued crystal. 
And as he does so, its resonance amplifies tenfold — nay, a *Hundred-fold* — the whole of the room echoing with the vibrations of its systematic, crystalline, and orderly nature. As though he had evoked the cries of a hundred glass instruments, a piercing sonority rang in its piercing knell through the wooden interior of the study, shattering the delicate peace and silence which it once held as sanctuary for so many years prior. Yet, as loud and as piercing as the shriek of the obsidian crystal's resonance was, it was undeniably *Coordinated* — as if orchestrated, each individual frequency, each individual chime within the greater cacophonous whole of the multipitched sonority, rang in an individual resonance; orderly; *Crystalline; **Systematic.***

In its early stages, it hurt the ears. In its later stages, it grew more and more resonant, subtler in its pitch, and its frequency honed to a single, consistent point, as it progressed to such a fine wavelength that it could no longer be detected with merely one's human senses. The atmosphere went deathly still, shocked solid by the refined resonance of the crystal's echo. 
_ _

*As though it had __tuned__ the world around itself to its particular frequency.*

Darkness roused. A darkness familiar to the one that he had seen earlier, shrouding the forest floor of the azure domain prior, began to spring forth from the obsidian vessel that was the crystal clutched within his palm. It spread forward rapidly, clouding the ground immediately beneath and around the Weaver, rapidly continuing in its unhindered progression to surround the Weaver, as he could do naught but stand and witness. Soon, it formed a vague, domelike structure, amorphous and smokelike in form. But, akin to the honing of the crystal's resonance, the structure, too, stabilizes. What is first like a smoky substance soon shifts to a state akin to liquid, and from liquid to solid. Finally, a smooth, pure-black, sheenless dome formed about the Weaver, severing him from both sight and sound of the world around him.

He is alone, now, in this domain of vantablack, his palms tingling with the subtle vibrations of the obsidian crystal, as a peculiar numbness begins to set into his clutching digits' flesh. A peculiar energy begins to course from the crystal in his clutch, echoing throughout his body, as he soon realizes—

—*He, too, is being __tuned__.*


***`The Weaver is attuned to the nature and memories of another.`***
_ _
Cecil
The reaction of this crystal was violent for him, stressing him before it tuned him too to the hue of someone else. He snapped back when it was over, looking at the shattered crystal in his hand..

..His hand was trembling.

He was taken aback from the experience he just had with just a crystal. From what he could gather in that glimpse of a moment, these aren't crystals, these are memories.. Encased in a crystal..

Memories of someone discovering these crystals, and then using them.. If it weren't so, why else would they be sealed here to be remembered?

Is this what the Tender wanted to show him this whole time? Has he maybe not broken the seal of these crystals himself? He didn't know. And it just made him crave for more answers. Answers with questions, and the answers from those questions raising more questions to get more answers to get even more questions to..

..He was getting lost in his train of thoughts.

Still, it didn't seem like this obsidian is the most friendly thing, if the person who found this and merged their memories with the crystals is here to tell the tale today. Maybe he was consumed by it. Maybe it's just the Tender wanting to tell his story in a really wacky way.

Only one way to find out.


He had quite the choice now, and he didn't really know where to begin. There must be a pattern to how these things grow..

He approached a crystal closest to him. The gut feeling was now gone.
It wasn't that bad, it's just telling a tale.. Right?..

The Weaver took the crystal in his hand, preparing himself for another trip down memory lane. Memories which aren't even his.
Heather
```cpp
'He whose eyes are bound—'
'—Not for blindness, but for opposite; of still-developing eyes'
'A sage who holds knowledge of all things greater'
'Yet matured no more than ten years of age'

"𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞."```


Peculiar.
The crystal hasn't yet shattered.
This one's form is bolstered, its tomes of information still soundly held within.
It pours forth, like a waterfall—

```ahk
:✺ THE ARUE ✺ THE SIGN OF THE SOLAR ECLIPSE ✺ SOL ✺ LUNA ✺ EIKOKUE ✺ THE MOON-MOTHER ✺ THE WAXING MOON ✺ THE WANING MOON ✺: 

: All things in this world :
: are bound by Unity and Disparity. :

: ✺ THE TAAE CHEIT EZER ✺ THE TRIBUNAL ✺ THE VEIROK ✺ THE ARCHITECT ✺ THE MAIDEN OF THE FULL MOON ✺ THE SOLAR GUARDIAN ✺ :

: All these pieces of a greater whole :
: are tuned to the same dream :
: A dream with a resonant frequency :
: A dream of the eternal :
: And a dream created by :

: ✺ ········· ✺ :```

**```cpp
"𝐘𝐨𝐮."```**

*`ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ, ꜰʀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴɪɴɢʟʏ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴠᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ`*

**```cpp
"𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖."
"𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐧𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰."
"𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨—"




"—Ｉ ｗｉｌｌ ｓｕｂｊｕｇａｔｅ."```**

The tenebrous about the Weaver begins to violently shift. The tuning hum of the obsidian crystal splits asunder, the glassen frequencies of its echoing howl dissonantly shattering the still atmosphere about him, as he feels his body begin to fundamentally—

***`Slap!`***
Sheryl
```ini
[ "𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎." ]```

—the domelike surrounding of darkness about the Weaver disperses in an instant, as the blindfold-clad sage disarmed the Weaver of the obsidian crystal with a forceful slap. 

```ini
[ "𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙." ]
[ "𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎? 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔? 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕?" ]```
Cecil
He was unresponsive, but for a good reason this time.

What the hell did he just see, think, and hear?

What are those crystals reflecting?

Is he even.. Safe?

...
*All things in this world are bound by Unity and Disparity..*

He didn't know what to do or even say. He rose his head up at the Tender and just stared. His expression couldn't be seen from the shadow of his cloak, but it was pretty obvious that he was dumbstruck to being mute.

..He started thinking about it.
If he wanted him to see the truth for himself.. This magic, this.. Absolute heresy..

...
He slanted his head down.

*"..Kaareish.."*
*"..What do you seek.." "..By showing me this?"*

*"..Did you pick those crystals up yourself?"*

*"And.. How.. Did you know.. I was starting to fall to the crystal's tune..?"*

The words of the being who addressed him replayed in his head again.

*"..Were you subdued by.."*

..No, no.. He didn't finish his question.

He wouldn't want to hear the answer.
He wouldn't.
Sheryl
```ini
[ "What is it that I seek? ]
[ "What is it that you seek?" ]

[ "Mmm." ]```

Kaareish spoke hastily in response to the Weaver's initial question, as though it were his first impulse to breathe not an immediate answer, but an immediate *Question,* In return to the Weaver's own query. Such was how Kaareish structured nearly all of his interactions with others — first, a question. Then, another question which guided them to a wholer truth. 

This time around, however, he seemed slightly unsure; he appeared as though he pondered against his first response, a light hum resonating in his throat as he went quiet, for a moment, his blindfolded gaze averted from the Weaver. Introspection was natural in his way of being, yet not in such deep abstractions of prolonged silence. A concerned aura grew thick about the Root-Tender as he placed his finger to his chin, manifold thoughts and preponderances racing through his head, one-after-another. 

Something, one way or another, appeared to bother Kaareish. Something which he did not reveal.

```ini
[ "No, I would be straight with you..." ]
[ "...That would be better for my pursuit." ]

[ "𝘔𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩." ]```

Taking a subtle, slow, but deep breath in, the robed Root-Tender, Kaareish, turned his back to the Weaver, slowly pacing away from him and back toward the doorway of the room from which he emerged. The study resonated perpetually with the echoes of the crystals' whispers and ethereal mutterings, both such premonitions Kaareish would firmly shut from his mind. Still deep in thought as he continued to walk away from the Weaver — so to lead him just beyond the imdst of the study — the tender lowered his hand from his face, and folded both of his arms behind his back.
_ _

```ini
[ "I will answer you in outright." ]

[ "Forgive me if I come off as selfish, but my true intent, here, was to further scry into the mystery of those twilight crystals. A parasite-of-parasites; a parasite that tunes." ]

[ "It was not me that brought such a heretical being into existence." ]

[ "But I was the one who granted the truth necessary to make its adumbration a reality." ]```

Kaareish stepped beyond the doorframe of the study, yet did not continue far enough beyond it to allow the Weaver to follow him entirely out of the room. It seemed that he still had business with both the Weaver and the study in which he awoke.

_ _
```ini
[ "I have stated it once, and I will state it again, so to make things clearer, this time around." ]
[ "My name is Kaareish." ]
[ "I am a Root-Tender. One baptized in the lucid deluge of the Veirok, and trained in its doctrine from the day I first cohered thought." ]
[ "I exist solely to unveil the greater truths of the Ark, and the reality through which it voyages." ]

[ "Before you, there were two others. The Pilgrim, and the Prince who preceded him." ]

[ "To the Prince, I granted all manner of understanding of Unity in Disparity, the very concept which binds the Veirok — the divine, azure root." ]
[ "And with this knowledge, he sprung forth the heretical tuning crystals. The resonant crystals of twilight which challenge the very essence of our reality." ]

[ "It was not under force that I did so." ]
[ "I granted this Prince the knowledge he sought so that I, myself, might see what would follow after his discovery. His discovery of 𝘢 greater truth, which would lead me to 𝘵𝘩𝘦 greater truth." ]

[ "The mysteries he unraveled——those which comprised hints of the hems of this Ark's existence——I could not ascertain." ]
[ "For my duty as Root-Tender forbids me to interact with such heresies." ]

[ "I sought through the Pilgrim to unveil such hidden truths, to no avail. When he saw for himself what was in those twilight crystals... He never spoke to me again, and continued beyond this forest. To pursue greater heights. To pursue greater truths..." ]

[ "...And so, the present finds both you and I, here. You are the third visitor to this forest, and though you certainly will not be the last——" ]

[ "Perhaps you are the last opportunity I have, to see those secrets for myself." ]

[ "I ask you again." ]
[ "What did you see?" ]
[ "What did you think?" ]
[ "And, how does it make you feel?" ]```
Cecil
Well, he's glad that at least Kaareish wasn't serving whoever was in that crystal.. Still, he was going to respond. He just needed to think for a second.

The memories came back as fast as they went, just recollecting what he saw sending a chill down his spine. It felt like he wasn't allowed to see this, let alone remember it.. But, for the sake of the study, he started recalling everything to Kaareish.
He'd assumed that the beginning was moreso to shroud this.. Greater truth, and the second attempt when the crystal didn't break in his hands is when he perceived through the screen of the fake dream.

It started replaying in his mind. And so, just like he perceived the information, he started to say it out loud to the Tender.

*"The Arue, the Sign of.. Something, Sol, Luna, Eikokue, The moon-Mother, the Waxing Moon and the Waking Moon.."*

*"All things in this world.." "Are bound by Unity and Disparity."*

His mind started to haze. His conscious wanted to repress the memory of it ever happening because of what followed, but he had to remember.

*"..The Tribunal? The.. Veirok, the Architect, the.. Maiden of the full.. Moon?.. And the Solar Guardian."*

He pursued further. He could only tell bits here and there of what followed, so he'd assumed it'd be fine if he continued to cite his memory.

*"..All these things, together, are for the same dream."*
*"A dream of something.. Eternal?"*
*"A dream created by.."*

..
The voice in that crystal boomed through his head once more. He relived the moment once more, feeling the same stress and fear as he did. For all he could think of, that could have been God, and he just angered him. He didn't like to think about it, but it's not like he could just say he didn't want to say it to Kaareish. 

He muttered, under his breath;
*"..A dream, by me."*

From what he could recall, and what his mind could piece together, the voice called out to him not only to take control of his mind, but to finish the sentence.

The dream was by him. Did he know what that meant? Absolutely not, but it must mean something, if the sentence was finished like that..
Still, he told him of the context that followed after. He could bare thinking around what happened after.
*"..Though, it cut off, it probably wasn't referring to me! It's just maybe a bad.. Coincidence.. That that thing noticed me as soon as it got to identifying who's dream it is.."*


..It.. Sounded.. Stupid. It sounded fabricated. Almost like it was planned. The Weaver was starting to think that the being cut off at that very point, for a reason. 
Could it be to throw him off? Maybe, but there's that slight bit of chance that he's responsible for this grand big dream..

But then what does that imply? He's some kind of messiah to these people? It can't be. It seemed way too far fetched to actually be the case, but..

..Why? Why did it cut off at that very point?

He'd rather not think about it.


*"It um, tried to.. Control me, and then you slapped me in the face."*
The feeling of his body starting to shift under the tuning crystal's command still lingered. It didn't feel good. But he was safe for now.

For now.
Sheryl
```ini
[ "I see." ]```

Spoke the blindfolded man.



...



There was a long pause. The Root-Tender, in all his wisdom, pondered these words. This information — and perhaps a revelation — of things new, old, and those between. His words, his former words, and sealed knowledge of that which was *Beyond them.* It would take a while for him to wholly fathom the Weaver's explanation of all which he saw, heard, and felt. Such words were intrinsically laden with knowledge, and even grander knowledge for onesuch as Kaareish, a man who held apprehension of the greater workings of not just the *Ark,* The Veirok, and the concepts of *Lucidity,* But so too a lesser truth made vastly more important in the wake of such peculiarities: the Prince's personality. Yes, it seemed to the man that there was much more to what the Prince discovered than what Kaareish, alone, knew. 

Information which he withheld in their short time studying together.

```ini
[ "The Arue. The Sign of the Solar Eclipse. Sol. Luna. Eikokue. The Moon-Mother. The Waxing Moon, and the Waning Moon." ]
[ "Yes, these were the mantras I taught him. Long ago, when I was diminutive in stature——both physically, and spiritually." ]
[ "All things in this world are bound by Unity and Disparity. And in the Sign of the Solar Eclipse, the two Disparate bodies of Sol and Luna are made Unified in the wake of the Eclipse. These are the foundational beliefs of the Arue..." ]```

These were the words that he was familiar with. The words that he, himself, spoke to the Prince; the knowledge that he imparted to him, so that he might one day unveil greater truths. Truths-for-truths, knowledge-for-knowledge. But he never could have expected that silver-haired man, that son despised by lords, that scholar, to discover such... *Absoluteness.* 
_ _

```ini
[ "The Tribunal, the Veirok, and The Architect..." ]
[ "..." ]```

These were words that he was familiar with, yet ones that he had not taught through repetition to the Prince. Words that the Prince discovered for himself, and carved into his soul, knowing, deeper than anyone else — deeper than Kaareish, himself — their value.

Kaareish's ponderings reached their pinnacle as he slowly turned his back to the Weaver, pacing with soft, gradual, and preoccupied steps. Finally, he emerged from the study and found himself back in the forest, his robe fluttering in the wake of his blind walk as he delved ever-deeper into thought, ever-deeper in his pursuit for *Truth.* There was, absolutely, undeniably, a truth here. *A* Greater truth, if not *The* Greater truth that Kaareish sought. The truth that weaved this reality into one whole, the truth behind the Veirok, the truth behind Unity in Disparity, the truth behind the Solar Eclipse, the truth behind the Arue, the truth behind the *Ark,* And the truth behind the `Taae Cheit Ezer.` The truth of...

```ini
[ "I..." ]```

The Root-Tender stepped further beyond the tower, and gazed up. Toward the shimmering, wavelike formations of the leaves, swaying in the nonexistent winds, gravitating toward the tower. And toward the false, black sky above, dimly lighting the inbetweens of the dense canopy of the root-ridden azure forest. His mouth opened slightly, and he continued to think, and to think, and to think, his hand extending toward the sky — what could it mean? *`A dream of eternity; a dream manifest; a dream by him?`*

```ini
[ "𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥." ]```

Slowly, Kaareish's hand lowered. He softly furled its fingers, and held his palm close to his chest, his blindfolded gaze shifting toward the ground. Worry, frustration, and utter confusion manifested themselves in his expression, his lips tugged taut by a downward frown, as he grit his teeth...

...

_ _

...But still, he realized—
*All things were not for him to know.*

And so he grinned.

```ini
[ "The greatest truth of them all would not be so trivial to reveal, now, would it?" ]```

The Root-Tender affirmed, calmed in an instant. Folding his arms behind his back, he turned without hesitation, approaching once more the study and entering its midst, coming face-to-face again with the Weaver — the one who had granted him this greater sense of wonder and of questioning, and the one to whom his gratitude was owed. Many years the tender had spent in waiting for this moment, and to have one so compliantly revelate such magnificent things to him was nothing short of a blessing.

```ini
[ "This information has not granted me the understanding that I wished for." ]
[ "However..." ]
[ "You have fulfilled the request of a stranger, at your own expense, and given him realization of things both forbidden and beyond him." ]
[ "I thank you." ]```

Kaareish slightly bowed, slightly tugging at the silver-brimmed hems of his robe in a fine mannerism of respect and gratitude akin to a curtsy. Lifting himself from his bow, he raised his blindfolded gaze to the Weaver, and took a slow breath, before continuing.
_ _

```ini
[ "I have one more thing to say to you." ]
[ "A twofold statement. A request, and an alternative." ]

[ "The first is a task that you might perform on my behalf, yet one that has perhaps been made necessary by my own fault. I apologize earnestly. I would ask of you that you continue forward. Through the Second Floor." ]
[ "He——the Prince——has seen you. Sensed you, with his own eyes. It is... Entirely my fault. I allowed you to delve too far into the twilight crystals' attunement. Much farther than was necessary, or safe. If you seek someone to fault, it certainly should be me." ]

[ "And so, now..." ]
[ "𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣." ]

[ "I would ask of you that you continue forward. Through the Second Floor, and to confront the Prince who conjured such heresies——to meet him before he finds you." ]
[ "The burden I have placed on you is not light. What I'm asking of you cannot be done painlessly." ]

[ "So I would offer you an alternative." ]```
_ _

The Root-Tender stood, azure energy fluxing in calm, elegant stripes about his hands, as he conjured forth the ability granted to him in return for his binding to the way of the Divine Root — the *Veirok.* A sense of `lucidity` chilled the atmosphere around the two, and he continued in his offer.

```ini
[ "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦." ]```

Yes, he knew. Though he questioned as such to suggest that he knew not of the Weaver's intentions, Kaareish, in fact, spoke such words only for the purpose of rhetoric. *He knew, for he saw. He saw through, into the Weaver's soul, peering into the essence of his desires.*

```ini
[ "I have the means to make the process possible. I can bring you to the First Floor, where you can return to the Ground Gate of the Ark, and depart from it in reasonable safety." ]

[ "But..." ]

[ "If you would turn from your initial path to pursue greater truth," ]
[ "Please, consider my offer." ]```
Cecil
He calmly listened as the Tender simply cited what he'd known and what he himself told him, trying to piece together a full picture. He actually kind of started to understand.

But again, he couldn't think too long about it, like Kaareish said, that being ; this Prince, it saw him. It not only saw him, but it addressed him, and had it not been that he wasn't alone, he was about to lose control of his own body.

He felt anxious about the current situation. He didn't really know what to do, but at least he could pick between two options, both of which were bad..

He could either leave the Tender to ponder for, forever maybe, about this «*Greater truth*» that he didn't know what it even was, essentially leaving a job half done, or he could travel further into this hell, where a being stronger than him in multitudes can spot him at any given second and.. He couldn't make up what next. For better or for worse.

He could spare his life and potentially sacrifice another, or potentially sacrifice his life and spare another..

..Well, it's not like he'd wanted to live, anyways, he was content on dying long, long ago..

..But there is one thing that the Tender got wrong.


The Weaver sighed, looking at the Tender opposite to him in, where would be his eyes, and corrected him ;

*"..I sought escape, yes,"* 

*"But it wasn't to save my life."*

Well, it's half true, he wouldn't be able to do what he needed to do if he did die, but still, the only reason he came here was yes, because he wanted to leave. But not to escape.

The Weaver seemed like he was ready to dive deeper into the Vektet. Only God knows what's waiting for him, but he knew that if he didn't confront that Prince in some way, he would confront him first, maybe in his dreams or something and take control of him.

But there is something he wants done. He put a hand in his pocket, gripping the three fingers he'd taken from ALOIS.
*"I do have, one request for you as well. If it's possible, I will delve deeper into the Second Floor."*

*"Is it possible to deliver these.."*

The Weaver raised his hand to his chest towards the Tender, showing the three fingers to him.

*"..To the outside of the tower?"*
Heather
I forgot about this one.

I forgot about this one.

Imma need a reply too
Robert
Motherfucker you will not
Heather
Imma need you to respond to my reply once I finish.