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Failing to understand its meanings, she pressed on with the queries, not quite fully comprehending what it may be eluding to. Why was this place considered a place of origin?
"No. Why is this home? What is the purpose of ... bringing... me here?"
There was a quiet stirr of ire, that fierce loyalty remained for Vincent, yet there was much internal debate struggled within the slurred mind.
"Harbinger presents opportunities, not direct control. Yet, I retain the power to opt out of his deal... As for Vincent. Depends. If he can be recovered... He needs not be sacrificed. You do not need to remain inside him."
Almost grossly offended by the presence of the creature, she continued to glare at it in disdain. At least, in her limited perception, it seemed that it was overtaking his mind. Or. Perhaps, his mind was allowing such takeover from the damage from surviving the assassination.
