<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">SEVEN</span></span></div><div align="center">---Current Location: Kara's Quarters---</div><br/>Seven seemed to be hearing Kara through a wave of white noise, ushering in countless thoughts and fastidiously picking them apart, filtering out the unimportant details until only pure, unadulterated truth remained.  And behind it, directing and manipulating every ambient consciousness simultaneously, was a mind so vast that it could only push against the very edges of his own, lest it swallow him up utterly and leave naught but an empty shell.  His eyes went white, blinded to the reality in front of them and seeing<em>beyond</em>it.  Trillions of light years traveled in an instant, and before him an asteroid-pitted face that stretched on into infinite...<br/><br/>He snapped back with a jolt, awakening and looking back down at Kara with perfect clarity.  "The Ultothar the Most Glorious is infallible.  All-knowing.  Limitless.  But though its mind is without measure, it is housed in an imperfect form.  Omniscient, Omnipotent, but not Omnipresent.  For if it were to exert that power, its children would surely perish.  The Blight's movements are not so restricted by concern for others, as it cares for nothing but its own body.  Decorus is a Demon.  The Ultothar is a<em>World</em>."<br/><br/>"Then, lacking the apathy or malignancy required to sacrifice its Children to chase the Blight itself, It searches for Another Way,"   he uttered solemnly, mysteriously.<br/><br/>A pause.  "I prefer Kara's hair as it is.  The length is suitable, and aesthetically pleasing."