That is something Khaos understands all too well. They have returned to Amphoreus' Eternal Page a few times, if only to gaze into its stories from a distance. Khaslana and the other Heirs had fought too hard for a victory that Khaos' very existence might cast a shadow over. The Heirs were healing, they were happy, and Khaos would not stain that with their existence.
Instead, they had a newfound freedom to learn, albeit shackled by their avoidance of nearly every major faction in the galaxy. If the IPC, or the Antimatter Legion, or the Intelligentsia Guild, or even the Galaxy Rangers caught wind of their existence, there was no telling what might happen. They liked this chance at their own life too much to give it up, nor did they relish the idea of becoming an experiment again.
The Erudition had left a deep imprint on their being, though, and their desire to learn, to see the universe and all its mysteries, to catalogue new sights and to experience it all with their own mind had driven them to all kinds of places, to things they never would have seen without first leaving the place that had been their cradle and their torture chamber.
"I understand. I too have been able to learn and grow on this path, even if. . . sometimes I miss having a home to return to." Some of the wariness eases from their posture as they offer Sunday a small, warm smile. "But I cannot bring myself yet to commit to a Path, or an Aeon. Not after. . . well."
They shake their head. "I would rather follow a path of my own. My choices will always be my own, even if I do eventually decide to tread upon an existing Path."
They hold up their clawed hands between them with a sheepish laugh. "Besides, if I linger here too long, I would risk drawing the Express into a conflict over my existence. I don't wish to put friends of mine in danger."
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