Equius listens as the abyss speaks, the chill of their body leaving them numb, in the same way the vibrations do. It is not for lack of that compassion. Become one with it.
Essence seeps into the thin gossamer of reality separating the two, and the Heir can feel themself hold true to the title. Not in the way they’d hope - but to become nothing. To be, nothing.
“I thought I would know all the answers.” Equius shakes their head gently, “I thought to become, would be to understand.” Eyelids part just barely, they upturn the palms of their hands, Legion’s fingers held in place. “But I understand less-so. Just when I thought I’d found meaning, in anything, it was ripped from me. Again, and again. I - I am afraid of what comes next.”
“I contemplate so very much. Some,times I feel it is all I do.” Equius’ nails lightly dig into Legion’s fingers, a small sigh. “Perhaps I should make it my home.”
They are so easy to sink into, welcoming like the groove in a favorite chair, or the inevitability of a coffin. “Your fear holds you back from the understanding you seek, Equius. You are beyond fear now, but you continue to cling to the familiar, to the mundane.You have transcended all of this, but you have yet to acknowledge your new state of being. You are no longer a ghost, Equius, but neither are you a troll, no more than We are.”
Their hands entwine too many fingers with Equius’s, more sliding through their hair and caressing their face, gently lifting it to look into Legion’s, now before them, eyes blank and expression seemingly impassive. “There is no rush to come to terms with what you are, Time is ultimately irrelevant, but the way you are perceiving time, perceiving everything, it is making you unhappy. When you are ready, We can help you to understand...” They offered gently, holding their gaze with utterly empty white eyes.
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