Between Worlds

[Caliban]

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Caliban's Ship, Outer Sirius Regions

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I have left Raven and her Pet in the last place the Prophet Anomaly left us in. It looked like the Omegas, or at the very least a place very close to the Walker Nebula - Rheinland, probably? I knew of a way out of that place, south of the poorly charted map I had with me. I didn't make use of it, though. She was there, blocking the way out - or maybe I was too afraid to get close to her. She is angry that she doesn't know. It doesn't matter what knowledge she lacks, it will always set her neurons off. Maybe it was for the best.

I used the other way out of that place. Myself. Someone once told me I ought to concentrate more. Focus. And so I did - accidentally giving up control just after I set off the Hyperspace Matrix. There was a bright flash of light that pulled me in. I was then dropped...nowhere, but I don't think it was me who pulled off that feat. Everything was blank for a while. I saw him laying on the floor again...that freak Raven called "The Watcher", whispering in his ear. Tempting him - me. Its words still echoed in my head after I woke up. A cacophony of voices offering their wicked "advices" calmly. And then silence.

The emptiness around me was stressing at first. I could not see anything. The green fog made sure of it. As time went on I had found out that nothing was going to come after me. No radiation or enemies that would make the adrenaline flow through my veins once more.

There was only Its laughter. Mocking me for the failure that I am. Mocking me for my mistakes - ours. Amusing itself at the sight of a fractured human clinging to life by the cancerous emotions of fear and desperation.

Vincent felt the joy of meeting someone new. The thrill of discovering something that didn't exist before. But what was I given instead? Wrath that pushed me to do unspeakable things. Hate towards others based on fabricated memories. Two sides of the same coin. And just when Its many voices stopped having fun at my expense, they started spewing their own twisted view on us. On me.

Wrath - because that is what you were made for. To spread mayhem upon anyone you meet. A gun with a mockery of a soul running amok, laying waste behind itself.

Every gun requires a ... I could not understand what it spoke after. Garbled noises barely resembling words, but I recognized the hate that emanated from them.

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"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."

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