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[fromthefog]

What, indeed?

[The even tone of her voice does not falter as it continues, switching from ear to ear.]

Whatever could I want from such an insignificant pet? A little worm, content with slithering belly-first through my lands?

[Pressure weighs down on his shoulders - two hands clutching tight, tight enough to bruise.]

What could you possibly do to prove you won't leave me?

I mean to be fair he is a Giant Pansy, she's not wrong

[noasark]

[It probably has never helped that he works right beside one of the 4th's most loyal followers.

Has it.

Part of him thinks to possibly mention that-but he bites his tongue, not because of care, but because of experience. He will not bring himself down to the level of the 'Big Five' he once spoke to, when the tables were turned and it was he putting the pressure upon them as if a God.

....He refuses to become like the five that sniveled as he crushed their lives from existence.

....He had accepted death before, but he does not want it now, and to that end he will not beg as they did. He is not a 'worm'.

He is not.

He takes a deep, shuddering breath.]

...I can't return to where I came from.

...You know that, [he adds. He is very, very dead. So.]

If this is not what you intended, then tell me what you want.

[He may try to speak without shuddering voice, but he is, without a doubt, scared.

And he is in her power.] I am not a fighter, no matter what power you've granted-but if there is something else...

[...Perhaps...he should keep a closer eye on that coworker of his.

....His payment is overdue, but he steadies himself and sets his path.]

...I'll do it.

She loves all her followers. Even the wusses. Also, PM coming with details!

[fromthefog]

[She remains silent as Noa speaks, the whispers dulling down as he stumbles his way through. Even as he makes his offer, there is no immediate sound - no voice to let him know whether he has passed or failed her test. But the feeling of pressure subsides, and soon she is stroking his hair.]

...it is enough. [The wind rushes towards him, as if she has breathed in deeply.] Can you feel it? There is strife coming, child. A great uprising looms on the horizon.

[The fingers running through his hair do not falter as she speaks. A sudden flurry of mist obscures his vision, and an unexpected weight pulls at his pocket.]

And you will play your part in it.

What a loving fogmom... (ALSO OHHHHHHH!!! the hype intensifies-)

[noasark]

[It is strange how she can simultaneously remind him of the worst of his father, and the best of his mother, one who he barely remembered even before his first human death. As the wind blows, he finds himself sighing, as if a great pressure has been removed...

...And with her words, an understanding-or at least, suspicious-frown.] ...The fights in Vandare? [he mutters aloud, blinking as he tries to grasp what role there would be to play. Blinking, as the mist blinds him, causing him to shake himself more than a few times.

With the weight in his pocket, he feels into it, frowning still.

And then the frown becomes subtle shock.

...Well.

A part to play, is it? There is no telling what that part is still, but at this point it is his best shot at 'making amends'.] ...I understand.

[It appears he will be taking a trip to Vandare.]