Meeting at the Citadel

[Treewyrm]

The man stood up and gestured Nymph/Juliette to take the lead. As they passed through the corridors the hidden conversation continued.

~ Time is not your ally either. Rather, at the present, it is a competitor. ~

Finally the group has entered containment cell and the previously indifferent stance changed as he walked around looking at the samples with a mild interest. The items on display clearly were from the Archive. While Crete and few other 'junkyards' were literal landfills of garbage it was the Archives that held most valuables. By their design the Archives were meant to be opened by a dreamer, however something has clearly gone wrong. Whereas most stand sealed, for now, at least two were clearly compromised and a third one ended up somewhere it shouldn't be. Although they weren't completely impenetrable there was enough protection to withstand quite substantial amount of damage. The loss of one is an unfortunate event but a manageable one nonetheless, losing two is a matter of serious concern, and more than three... puts things into a completely different kind of perspective. While passing one of the stasis cells the crystalline formation within suddenly changed its reflective properties, producing a different light signature and startling the young administrator.

~ A valuable ally... An ironic statement given this guilty scene. Evidently this arrangement had served them well so far. Propelled their ambitions to imagine they are more than they really are, all thanks to your gesture of good will. How charitable. But what about you I wonder? The precarious nay dire situation you were in when I had first found you. Deprived of will and resolve to make the future of your own, almost reduced to a mere survival instinct. How do we interpret it any different at all? Do tell me you've got something worthwhile out of all this... ~

Unsettling silence had set in. Though not privy to the details of this conversation happening within the minds of two alien beings even the Keeper Revenant could feel the tense moment.

"The Order is not our concern here." - he replied, referring to the last phrase and turning around to look at her directly. There wasn't a clear sign of malice in the stare, although in place of indifference there was a feeling seldom able to be expressed by a human. The human thrall could not even move a muscle without the being controlling it allowing so to happen. Unlike the Vagrants and their attempts at symbiotic relation with the host, here the control was absolute. In moments like these those familiar would brace for the vision to take hold of senses or worse but none followed.