"A Fairey, huh? Never really thought of it that way. Of course-"
Netsakh's impatience with their bearer peaked in that moment. Taking matters into their own hands, they manifested the image their bearer had created of them, a young female with white hair and a red dress, as a hallucinated image to the Angel. While the image of their consciousness sat elegantly and weightlessly on their bearers shoulder, they focused their attention on the situation at hand "Be silent, bearer of our own."
Ghods immediately straightened, looking mildly dejected. "Yes, ma'am." "Do not call us ma'am." "Yes, little light." "Do not call us little." "Yes..." Ghods failed to think of another title for Netsakh, and so remained silent
In the blink of an eye, Netsakh's image stood directly in front of the Angel. "Pay our bearer little mind. To listen to him is to be trapped in a fairy dance, and should you not break free, you will find yourself in a winding tale with no end. A puppet dancing to ten-thousand strings in blissful ignorance, forgetting purpose, duty, and path." Netsakh's knowledge of the ancient ways of darklings, gleaned from their bearer, became useful at this time. "Listen to him, and he will weave a web of stories. Ignoring him is the proper course of action" "Don't you think you're being to harsh on me?" "No."
They smiled sweetly through the image. "Maintain your standing always, and he will submit."
Ghods took a moment to admire the coherency of Netsakh's speech, which she clearly objected to due to the sharp pain that crossed his mind fractions of a second later. He studied the Angel a bit further. She had a small knife, brand new. It must have been what was in the package Cortana had, given that Cortana no longer had the package. Furthermore, and the reason why he was here, the Angel had extensive scarring, and a damaged or missing eye. He had attended an intensive course held by the Med Force that set up shop in Omicrons. He was here in case something went wrong. He could keep them alive in case of an accident, and could put to use the knowledge of nerve-grafting he had gained in case they decided to change their plan of action. "I'm not as bad as Netsakh says, I promise. Sometimes I get sidetracked, but that's only sometimes." He offered his hand forward. "Pleased to finally meet you, little Angel."
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