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[emet_sulk]

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

Ah, yes, the only woman in all of Norvrandt blessed with the power of Darkness! She surely must be the Oracle of Light's counterpart.

[ Waving a hand before she can interject, he gives a shorter sigh. ] You have the same latent potential as all the sundered shards of Ascians do. You were, after all, a paragon even amongst our people. It stands to reason you possess power enough to put other fragments to shame.

[ Lifting his head, he smiles thinly. ]

You could never hope to rival me of course. Not in your current state. Did Mitron tell you aught of what you can do with your power?

[penumbrals]

[ There's a moment after he speaks, sarcasm practically dripping off his words, that Gaia bristles, and for a moment nearly protests. Whatever the reason for her powers, in the end the belief that she and Ryne fit together served them both well, didn't it? Even after the others departed, they were able to bring balance back to the Empty, and...

She shakes her head. This isn't the time or place for it.
(Nor is it the time or place to point out that of the two of them, here, her dark powers at least still exist, even if they're in something of a different form.) ]

I'm afraid that there wasn't really time for it. Mitron used Eden's powers to force my past self to awaken, but... [ Explaining that she resisted it? For a mortal existence? She's not sure the Architect (and where did that knowledge come from?) would understand. ]

I suppose it's quite a long story. But Mitron's gone, now. Free to be reborn, as I was.

[emet_sulk]

...Well.

[ He looks away, towards the street. How should he feel in this situation? ]

I suppose I should at least thank you for sending him on. If he was conscious all that time, I can't imagine he enjoyed the solitude.

[ And solitude is something he understands very well, doesn't he? He wouldn't wish that fate on anyone, least of all Mitron. ]

...So, Loghrif - or Gaia, as I suppose you must prefer, considering how you tried to hide from me when we first met - what do you want? Further lessons in controlling the Dark? For me to reminisce over what I know of you and Mitron?

[ There's an aloofness to his manner now, as though he couldn't care less what she says. He watches and waits for her response with an impassive expression. ]