Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510200903/@comment-27830834-20170702043452

''"Ah, the Sslyth. and a remarkable specimen at that..." ''Says Esperine. "Quite out of character for one to play therapist."

"Not in the mood Scales..." Says Echo, staring off into the middle distance.

"Come now, you can always talk to me. Who else would understand you better?"

Deep in a sectioned-off part of Echo's psyche, a dam breaks.

"Do you get a kick out of pretending to care? Lycophron wasn't your 'family', it was your meal ticket. Poor old Esperine, the Mechanicus' insane attic-bound uncle begging to be relevant again, jumping at the first chance at actual backing regardless of who who you hurt. And you expected us to thank you for propping up your ego trip?!"

He looks the apparition dead in its mismatched eyes. "Well congrats. You finally did it. You finally created something that would outlive you. Good riddance."

Something changes. The air suddenly seems colder, somehow. Malice fills the Esperine-specter's eyes, its sudden rage palpable.

"Stupid child. What do you know... you understand nothing."

And then, in the blink of an eye, the apparition vanishes, leaving behind a dealthy silence and a new spike of pain twisting its way through Echo's temples.

"O-on second thought, talking is good, L-let's talk, before I really start freaking out..."