“I don’t care if the Cryptarchy cleaned it up. I’m still not touching that thing.”
“Oh come on. This has so many more safeguards than Drifter’s prototype, you couldn’t hurt yourself if you tried. And he’s not even the one collecting the umbral residue now.”
“First of all, if you believe that, I’ve got a bridge to sell you in the Manhattan Nuclear Zone. Second, even if that’s true, you think it’s OK letting the Cryptarchy pile up a stock of Darkness goo? The same Cryptarchy it turned out had live SIVA stashed here in the City?”
“Well... shouldn’t the cryptarchs be studying Darkness? We need to learn whatever we can to fight it, right?”
“Studying it? Sure. Collecting it? Nope. Especially not with Drifter’s shady tech that does who knows what under the hood.”
“But it must be above board if the Vanguard is OK putting it in their brand new command center.”
“...Are you serious?”
“Yeah, I mean—hey, where are you going?”
(Umbral Decoder)
