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"So, let me get this straight." He pressed his hands together before pointing both at the unusual yet glaringly mundane skeleton in front of him, talking to the one beside him.

"This is Classic himself, sometimes possessed by an ancient being called Destiny that is only there because it'll die if it's not, and that is because the Multiverse is going to die- and you expect me to believe that?"

"Do I look like a liar, Black?"
"No, but you might have completely gone insane."
"We both thought we were insane, too." Said Classic, sighing.

The swapfell regarded him drily. "I thought you said you didn't want anything to do with the Multiverse. What brings you out now if that's the case?"

"If everything's falling apart and we're all going to the same place regardless of Universe, I figured it would be helpful to know a little more about things before it got too late. I know there's plenty of dangerous folks out there, I'd prefer to know who they were and to know who would have my backbone if things got bad. Wouldn't you agree with that sentiment?"

"If you have an all-powerful being willing to help you with whatever you could ask for, wouldn't that be redundant?" He pointed out.
"I don't trust it that much, buddy."
"Fair point."

They had a sort of staring contest between each other, no one really knowing what to say as Blackberry studied this supposedly original Sans in distaste as well as intrigue. Then he sighed, hands falling to his sides.
"Well, I'm sold."

"What? Just like that?" Outer questioned in surprise as the other blinked.
"Yes, why not? There's been stranger. Besides, it's pretty damn creative. You two clearly aren't the types to put actual effort into a story like that." He sighed, turning away.
They followed, forced to speed up as his high heels granted him long enough strides to be faster.

"Though I will admit, if you're trying to keep such a thing secret to the point of stopping time, why didn't you do that here?" He glanced back, again curious as a faint navy blue flashed in the other's eyelights.

"Apparently Fate doesn't care about this place, and Destiny considers it some kind of haven where people aren't controlled by Fate using Resets or.." He paused, an odd look on his face. "Just Resets." He corrected, looking mildly disturbed.

Black just shrugged it off, marching on through the streets of the Omega Timeline. "Then why me and Epic?"
"Look at him, not me." Classic gestured to Outer with a look of tired resignation.

Outer seemed slightly called out, but straightened his jacket with a tug before answering.
"I spoke with Destiny, and they need help understanding how to communicate with people. A lot of help. That, and you two are the best candidates for explaining the dangerous side of the Multiverse since the disappearances started."

"You have a fair point on that last part." He noted with refined pleasure. "I can certainly help educate someone over the parts of the Multiverse, though given the circumstances, keeping it the the living threats rather than nonliving would be what you prefer now, wouldn't it?"
"Yeah. Probably a better idea." Classic agreed lazily, regarding the buildings they walked past rather suspiciously.

"Where exactly do you find Epic?"
"We agreed to meet him in a coffee shop, but I know it's across from a pet store, so he's likely fawning over the animals instead." Black sighed, slowing down a little. "That, or if we're lucky, he's only cramming a dozen cookies in his mouth. Didn't you meet him once during the Event?"

Classic scowled slightly before mellowing back out. "First thing he did was offer me a cookie."
Outer snorted beside him. "That's basically Epic half the time. He and Fresh don't take anything seriously…" He trailed off and frowned, not noticing as Classic stopped dead in his tracks.
"He's another one of the missing."

"Uh huh." Classic noted slowly, starting up again with a blink. Black peered back at him curiously as he opened the door to the small and surprisingly empty coffee shop, the smell of the roasted beans and chocolate wafting out as they all entered.

They were greeted to the sight of the one they were looking for, purple cloak swirling around him as he turned dramatically, revealing in his arms a whining puppy and his mouth three chocolate chip cookies overlapping each other.
"Oh, heyh fere."
Blackberry facepalmed.

Outer snickered at the sight, even Classic struggling to resist as Epic quickly sat the light brown pup in a very large pocket inside his jacket, the weight making the cloth sag unevenly as he shoved the cookies in and grabbed two more from the plate on the smooth counter behind him and strode over, offering them to the short pair while offering his free hand to shake for Black, crossing arms to do so.

"Your hand is covered in crumbs." Blackberry deadpanned as Classic shrugged and took the last one, Outer already biting into his.
The dog shook its head from its place in the pocket, paws sticking over the rim as it started wriggling.

Epic drew back, patting the animal's head as he grinned at them all, a chocolate stain glaringly obvious on his teeth. "Bruh, I couldn't help it! We got grate fresh cookies!" He gestured behind himself with a wide grin. Black sighed. "Do we have a quiet seat?"

Pocketing his hands with an amicable shrug, he indicated to the back of the shop in a dim corner with his skull.
"Yeap, we got it. And hot choco. And we can ketchup over da bottles." He punned, as there were indeed bottles of ketchup on the table.

"Yes." Classic immediately beelined for the table, closely followed by Outer as they found their seats easily. Epic grinned a little wider as he teleported into the booth beside Classic, Black strutting over to take the last seat next to Outer with disdain.

"So, what's got ya up an' out again, Bruh?" Epic immediately turned to Classic, who was busy chugging ketchup.
"Is it dat bein' on yer Soul?"
Once again, Classic spat up ketchup in surprise.

"Uh, it's in my cav.." He groaned, rubbing his nasal cavity as the tomato based sauce leaked out like blood. Squinting, he held a napkin to his face and forced it out with blue magic, sneezing at the last second. Outer snickered, amused even as the original shot him a look and teleported the napkin to the garbage nearby.

Then he pointed at Epic. "You're good. Really good. And the answer is sorta."
"Cool dude. What wazzit ya wanna talk about?" He squinted at Classic, still grinning.
"Is it the end times bringing ya here?"
"Alright, how are you actually guessing that?"
"I'm smort, Bruh. And mah smorts say dis is a convo best spoken in private. Amirite?"

They all stared at Epic in surprise, then Classic put the ketchup away. "Who's paying, then? I'm broke."
"Same here. Surviving off tabs." Outer grinned, lifting his bottle. Black sighed in disappointment of them both. "Why am I not surprised. I'll pay it, I know Epic will just use chocolate as money." He got up to move to the counter even as Epic stood and gasped in mock offense.
"Choco coin is best coin!"

He then turned to his cup of steaming hot chocolate and started downing it. Classic blinked, then glanced down at his, pushing it away a little. "I don't have much of an appetite for this. You?" He asked Outer, before quickly changing his mind upon seeing the other frantically downing his own while peering over at Blackberry as he was paying and chatting with the oddly muscular tigress bartender. He glanced down at his own mug, only to see Epic grasping the handle and pulling it away.
"Well that clears that up." He muttered.

Black soon came strolling back, waving to the woman and blowing her a kiss, to which she chuckled and shook her head, ears flicking in amusement.

Then he arrived, others standing as he grasped the mug left for him and suddenly chugged it in ten seconds. He practically tossed it down and smirked at their expressions.
"Impressed, much?"
"Very." Classic stated in a slightly higher voice.

Epic rolled his eyelights, unimpressed. "Ya gotta enjoy da choko." He muttered, upset as though it were wasted.
"Well, we are supposed to go I guess." Classic sighed, glancing around in appreciation of the shop before regarding them again.
"And I'm getting in the mood for a little midday napping, y'know?"

Epic shrugged, purple magic swirling around next to the booth before Outer held out his hand. "Wait."
They all glanced at him, seeing his attention was on the original.
"What about your family? Aren't they extra worried about your whereabouts right now?"

"Oh. Yeah. Told 'em I was goin' for a stroll. Clear my thoughts. Call and all that. And you said phones work outside Universe, so I should still receive any calls, right?" He held up his device.
"Yeah, it normally works fine. I was just worried you weren't fully prepared."

"Buddy, we've been meeting for over a week, 'course I got excuses."
Epic shrugged, purple-white opaque portal flashing into existence. "Nevah hurts to check, Bruh." He murmured before holding the puppy to his sternum and hopping through backwards, grinning maniacally.

"He concerns me." Classic muttered before Outer went next with an elegant hop. "Agreed." Black sighed before stepping and falling through. Classic stared at the portal for an off second longer, then strode through to the other side.

First thing he was aware of was falling, then being caught with blue magic that set him down gently amidst a strange, broken landscape of random floating pieces of land in a grey, staticy, half-light ambiance. It was eerie.

"Where.. is this?" He asked slowly, barely noticing the house in the middle of the chunk they stood on. Epic chuckled, though it sounded somewhat strained.
"Mah home, Bruh."

Classic resisted the urge to cry out "This is your home?!" and kept quiet, instead following the others into the building. Epic promptly threw himself across the couch inside, leaving space for two more as he waved to chairs nearby.
"Let's chat, Bruhs!"

"Yeah…" The original stared out at the broken scenery outside through a crack in the drapes. Outer quickly distracted him from the depressive view by taking him by the shoulder and leading him to the couch, where he collapsed into, sighing.

Black was already seated upright in a stool, Outer finding a plush chair and sinking into it as everyone faced him.
"Well? What now?" Black asked, addressing him.

Classic shrugged, enjoying the cushions he was seated in. "I dunno. Maybe I'd take a nap, let y'all talk it out."
"What?!" Black stiffened. "You cannot be serious!"
"Wai-wai-wai-wait." Outer held up his hands placatingly, then faced Classic. "What kind of nap."
He just grinned. "I do not wanna be conscious for this weirdness."

Outer sighed in relief, leaning back. "Relax, Black. It'd probably be more helpful if he did. Honest."
"And how is this so helpful?"
"I think he's gotta little somethin' we don't know about, Bruh." Epic commented, studying Classic curiously, but still with an amused grin.

"Thanks for rooting for me." Classic winked at him, getting comfortable. "Tibia honest, every time it happens while I'm awake, I panic a little. It's freaky. So yeah, it's not so bad if I'm sleeping, which is luckily my favorite thing to do…" He trailed, drifting off already.

"....How does sleep come so easily to him." Black deadpanned.
"Jealous, much?" Outer smirked.
"Absolutely not, sleep is for the weak." He sniffed, looking away.
Then Epic sat up suddenly, an eerily serious look on his face.
"Something's here."

They both snapped to attention, peering at him. Black half stood, alert. "What do you mean?" He asked, somewhat unnerved by the uncharacteristic severity in his voice.
"I mean something just suddenly locked this Universe down completely and is very close, bruh." He replied in a low voice, eyelights flicking around as they noticed strange warpings around them.
"Relax." Outer spoke up, unexpectedly calm. "It's just a little Destiny."

"What." Black hissed, standing up fully and glaring at the easygoing one. "What is the meaning of this?"
"Black." Epic snapped. Now everyone was staring at the now standing Classic, face empty and eyelights a silver-blue, suffusing a faint glowing mist around him as volts sparked off of his clothes.
He spoke then, in a voice that seemed to touch their Souls.
"Dσ ɳσt Ⴆҽ αϝrαiԃ, I ɱҽαɳ ყσυ ɳσ ԋαrɱ."

. • ° . • °

"Okay, just tone it down a little bit more and I think that will be sufficient." Black advised, still perturbed.
"This seems as such an empty, inferior and easily misinterpreted communication. Is this truly how you express your thoughts to one another?" The much more tolerable yet still echoey voice asked with a bland tilt of the possessed skull.
"You seem to have forgotten how to touch thoughts. It was commonplace last I communed regularly."

"Uh…. Whatever that is, it was so long ago that it's been entirely forgotten by historians. And since then, people have come to appreciate privacy." Outer explained carefully.
Destiny blinked at him, face blank.
"Is that then, the purpose of your so commonly used expressions? It was never a skill I obtained or found necessary."

"Sadly it is, bruh. Was everything really so different last you knew people?" Epic asked, the pup sound asleep on the couch beside him. Destiny nodded awkwardly.
"Very much so. It is strange to wander among your fleeting moments in time once more. And in such odd circumstances. It is odd to have made a choice." It peered at Classic's hand as though curious, though that face was still openly expressionless.

"I take it your last.. vessel was not one of our kind?"
"She shared some of your bloodline, but she was more human and dragon than skeleton."
"That's interesting. But if you come down so rarely, why did you come the first time?" Outer asked.

"It was near the beginning of sentience, of language among the young races. Magic was greater, thicker, denser in it's youth. We too, were young, and chose our first carriers as mortals."
The eyelights shrank, not quite a fearful reaction but something more hostile.
"Fate was against me even then, having Faeldín play hero and villainize Aliana until he cut off her head when defending herself."

A somber silence filled the room. Destiny regarded them, aura pulsing.
"You have fallen silent." It noted, seeing their faces.
"Yeah, we have. It.. Fate's really unfair, huh?" Outer asked softly.

Destiny regarded him almost coldly, if such a blank face could emote so well.
"Dear, Fate is anything but fair. At times, they may briefly be just, but never fair. I myself am not always fair, but I always offer the choice of justice, as I do vengeance and mercy. But make no mistake. Fate is neither kind nor fair."

"I see." Black murmured, somewhat disgusted by all the injustice he had heard about this Fate.
"So the only hope we have to escape this accursed being is to allow everything to fall apart, and keep everything we know about your- and by proxy, their- existence a secret?"
"Yes. It is simple, is it not?"
"Not quite so." Black sighed, rubbing his face.
"May you explain?"

"You see, I have a few close and intelligent friends, chief among them being Razz. He will know I am keeping a secret, he has a skill for detecting them. I can't imagine any good outcome of this without him finding out, so it is likely we will have to include him in our little.. well, not so little, secret."

Destiny considered this with a tilt of their skull.
"If done safely, his awareness of my existence should be of no consequence, but it must be done in my presence. Otherwise, there is a risk of a strand of Fate overhearing us."
"A strand?" Epic queried, lightly petting the sleeping puppy on the couch.

"Fate will often take many forms, their preferred being string. When it is physical, it is the the colour of Determination. They also take a form like that of a spider, dragon, or an eagle,"
"What about you, then?" Outer piped up.
"I am the vine, the butterfly, the axolotl and the octopus."

They all shared a look before facing the entity- or rather, perhaps a more fitting word being deity- and Blackberry asked, "If Fate were to ever physically appear before us, how would we know it is them? As in, what would Fate look like?"

Destiny took a step back, as if to think, then answered.
"If Fate were ever to appear before you, I advise you flee, flee however you are able. If you see red cables with an aura of bronze, you are already too late, for it is with those very strands that they will remove your every last free thought and action and force you into puppetry. You will be their toy, and I cannot save you then…" It paused, a sadness rolling off of it despite it's blank expression.

"Did.. did this happen to someone important to you?" Black quested, a little surprised at the amount of emotion it seemed to reveal in just that small pause, with only a wave of magic that was continually flowing off of them.

"Yҽʂ." It whispered, voice slamming into them despite the word being spoken so softly. Destiny regained control and continued, oddly quiet even as their face held nothing.

"I had dared to choose for myself once again, to choose my child, even as Fate had so cruelly made their champion into the Creator you know and honor, and I gave my gift of choice, my gift of power to an immortal who had made himself undying. Fate seemed content to leave me and mine alone, but then their child was out of control." They paused, regarding their faces as they listened in horror, Outer excluded due to having already known.

"They favored their little empty being, keeping the broken fragments of his poor devastated and ruined Soul to themself so selfishly when he could have what he so desperately want to have: a Soul like any other mortal or fellow god. So of course he desired to fill his emptiness. He chose to create and create and create, as it was the only choice he had left in his life of no options. And clearly, Fate had no desire to tell him he would end everything there is with this choice, so they found my child and took him into the void of everything and white." A sigh seemed to escape them, so miserable and full of loss.

"I could do nothing, nothing but watch as he became so twisted and ruined and broken by Fate in their desire to have a regulator for her precious puppet. So she made a mangled puppet of my child, one who's gift I had given had twisted into a mockery; strings that imitated the very strands that clung to him so hatefully. He was once so much like you, little spirits. He was like you until Fate twisted him into the suffering, wreathed in lies and lost choices, Fate's perfect little Destroyer of Worlds."

"He.. Error? He didn't.. but he killed you!" Black gestured wildly to Outer, who flinched into his seat slightly.
"I was confused too, but not only was it in my Universe where I came right back with the next stable Reset, but he didn't destroy it. And.. well, I remember what those strings felt like. I never thought much of it before, because they felt furious, betrayed, and sad- and I thought that was because he thought Ink broke their truce- but now the magnitude makes sense. Not to mention it explains why there was so much of a lack of happiness. He didn't want to destroy. That's what it was."

Destiny nodded with their usual awkward jerking movements, emitting a sense of gratitude that he understood.
"He suffered more than you can imagine. I admit a certain pleasure to know that Fate is so desperate to save their precious, miserable worlds with another destroyer. But there is no time. It took over a century to make the last one, and there can be no other. You cannot replace a god, especially when he is not dead."

"What's a god to you, anyway?" Epic perked up, holding a cookie in temptation.
"Gods are the beings between. They are responsible for the more physical aspects, and therefore are more familiar with mortals. They cannot die in a way that matters."

"Wait, are there more beings than you and Fate?" Black straightened, concerned. Destiny peered at him, blue and silver wafting around them.
"Yes. They are not always so abused by Fate, but have seen their fair share of the arrogance. Those that are left."

"Left?... Can you actually die? Apart from the end, that is." Outer quickly added, fascinated. The entity sort of nodded.
"In certain situations, we can. It happened to Emotion after their two children came into Fate's possession. This was before the time of our favored children, so early it was only.. decades, I believe it was, after our time with our vessels. Fate did not care that Emotion had split it's very being across the three, it's consciousness remaining with the tree, as was their common form."

As it paused, Outer rubbed his face. "The Twins? They've been fucked with by Fate? Is every bad thing in the Multiverse because of Fate?"
Destiny just stared at him.
"Oh what the hell."

"Well.. what's your side of their story?" Epic asked, bouncing his feet off the floor.
"There are no sides, merely points of view."
"Still. Whadda you know?"

"Fate had decided to favor the lightest third, but not as they favor their Ink now, no. They wanted the joys of Emotion to suffer, ignoring that it was was Emotion itself, imbued into the remains of a human."
"Wait, what." Black interrupted. "They are not skeletons? They're.. oh heavens, that's…"

"They inevitably changed into something like your kind, but they were never skeletons in proper to deal with. They are not even gods, they are the broken halves of Emotion, and their relationship with one another would never allow the rift to heal. After Fate forced the negative one to take on more of Emotion's darker side, it made him kill what was left of Emotion's consciousness. The shards quickly went to the leftover halves, but the damage had been done, and they were both trapped as they were. Fate quickly lost interest in the now Nightmare, and I became his patron. He was free to his own choices, but was already quite mad from the process. His mind was corrupted from the darkest shreds of Emotion, and has been so for millennia. Though at times, I have seen moments of regress."

"The legendary terror of the Multiverse could have been different." Black stated flatly, sitting down heavily in his stool. "And he's half.. deity? Entity? Which do you prefer? And you know what? What can we refer to you as, we've been essentially objectifying you due to lack of any pronouns. Would you like they/them, or she and her? You seem rather feminine, not to mention the fact that your first vessel was female."

"You may call me whatever you choose, but it was Error who decided to name us deities."
"...Very well, deities and I'll go with female. You?" He regarded the others.
"Sure." Outer shrugged.
"Cool, bruh." Epic agreed.

"That concluded, what other deities are there? And gods that Fate has fucked over? Or in general, I've no doubt there are those we've never heard of."

"We may be here for some time by your standards."
"Like.. days?" Outer asked nervously.
"No, as I understand you cannot stay in one place for so long."
"If it's just hours, I'm sure we're fine, bruh." Epic stretched out on the couch, waking the pup as it yawned and curled tighter, shivering slightly.
"Oh no, little buddy's cold." He turned with a surprisingly gentle voice and draped a healthy portion of his cloak over the dog, smiling fondly.

Destiny was studying him as he did so, though the expressionless face did nothing to reveal what it, or perhaps she, was thinking.

As everyone settled down, Black moving to the couch beside the dog, Destiny seemed to hover, feet hanging down without any surface to stand on. No one seemed to bother questioning it as it, well, she, it was decided, spoke.

"Another broken deity whose destruction was almost forgotten was Evolution. They had taken numerous forms, and their main consciousness they protected from Fate in halves within the depths of their realm, though they made the mistake of putting a third of themself into the smaller form of a god that was subject to change however she desired to adapt to circumstance." Destiny definitely sighed.

"However, this shard was discovered by an AU and thus tangled in the strings of Fate. Soul, as the god had been named, was enlisted to protect an AU from a mistake of Fate, a disease that was taking control of it with every intention of destroying the Multiverse. This lead to a direct clash that resulted in the god that was part of Evolution to be shattered. This effectively shattered other parts of Evolution, rendering them a shadow of themselves. It was fully expected that the god of Soul would never recover, Evolution left crippled, but shortly after my child and patron where thrown through the realm between did Evolution come to me and explain that their child, true child and not chosen that was part of them, was regenerating within the realm beyond."

"That's great!" Outer grinned. "That means the place isn't so bad."
"Perhaps not, but it insinuates that it is small."
"Still. I'm glad for them."
"But Destiny, are all other deities broken by Fate but you?" Blackberry questioned. "And are they going to die here without this plan you've happened across with Classic? Do they deserve to die?"

"No, far from it. You seem to imagine I have kept this idea to myself. I have not. It was not mine to begin with. It was Karma's, and they are slumbering within their chosen vessel already on the other side. They saw what was happening early on, and chose a minor god that had formed himself. I, and the others whom they elected to tell, have either chosen to emulate or our own path. Balance is the only one who intends to fade, but has chosen to battle Fate, should they attempt to find a way across. Balance has weakened over the eons from Fate's carelessness, and has endured long enough to know they will not recover. So they allowed Karma to inhabit their patron just as Justice did."

"...And? I feel like there's more."
"Yes, what about this god? The one with two deities as his patron?"
"No, you misunderstand. He is Balance's patron, but Justice's chosen child. Justice's patron is the one I have chosen to inhabit, with their permission."

They both regarded Destiny with surprise, peering at Classic who was technically asleep as the deity spoke through him.
"Well.. what other deities are there? And their patrons? And could you actually say the name of these patrons, or at least, a name we'd know?" Outer finally asked, before adding. "And could you include chosen kids, too?"
"Very well. The vessel of Karma that is the child of Justice and patron of Balance is the one you call Seraphim."

They all blinked, taking this in.
"That..s oddly fitting for him, actually." Outer murmured. Destiny blinked.
"Sorry for asking so much, I can't help but wonder."
"Of course you wish to know, you are Curiosity's child."
"Hu- WHAT? I- what!"
"Is there anything else about us we might want to know?" Black inquired, regarding Outer as he spluttered.

Destiny pointed at Epic. "You are the patron of Fortitude." They turned back to Outer, who's sockets widened as he choked on his words.
"And the patron of Peace. Furthermore, they have been considering you as their vessel as well. Peace is very timid, however, and has been finding difficulty in appearing before you. Like myself, they will offer themself to you."
"Oh-OkAy. Okay. Uh. Okay. I. Don't wanna get struck by deity lightning?"

Destiny seemed amused. "Peace is much smaller and gentler than myself, they will likely hardly be noticable for you. I cannot be precisely sure, for it has been long, and I myself did not recall that the process would involve such an event."

"Well that's cool, I'm connected to fortitude." Epic grinned, before thinking. "Do they have a chosen child too?"
"Indeed. It is the one you call Horror."
"Oohhh.." Black fell back into silence with that sound.

"What about Peace? Dey gotta chosen kid?"
"The one you call Blueberry is the chosen child of Peace."
"...He always seemed pretty not peaceful." Outer commented mildly.
"Then perhaps you would appreciate that he is also the carrier of Unity and the patron of Mystery. He has been Unity's vessel for some time, long enough that it is likely that they have become one."
Everyone fell dead silent.

"...A deity can fuse with a person?" Outer whispered.
"Should both sides choose to. It is what Emotion did with their consciousness and their tree, as did the rest of their being into what became their halves."

"But why Peace? I understand the other two, Unity being a secret leading to Mystery, but why Peace? Blue was actually quite excitable and loved to cause chaos in secret." Black explained.

"He kept the peace, did he not? He befriended my child, my patron and his close ones with his talent of Unity, but do you ever find him aggressive? No, he remained peaceful."

"You're saying he befriended Nightmare?"
"My patron had begun to regress since his clash with a remnant of Soul, Evolution's born child. He was on the verge of overcoming the violence forced into him all those ages ago when he was so rudely sent into the realm between. I imagine he calmed once removed from his constant battle with his other half. I believe this as since Dream followed, the echoes of Emotion left behind have calmed to a stability I have not seen… I do not recall last Emotion has been so calm. There are but only ripples. I believe that perhaps Emotion has begun to heal. They may never be what they once were, but it would be.. nice, to see them as they should be again."

"You mean like.. Dream and Nightmare are two different people, polar opposites. You're saying like.. they can fuse?" Outer gestured with his hands in confusion.
Destiny raised her arms vaguely.
"That, I am not sure. I am confident in body they are able, but in mind, it is a far less definitive answer. Indeed, they are entirely different, but also fundamentally the same."

"You have a point." Blackberry mused, both hands under his skull as he posed thoughtfully.
"It is no point, but a fact."
"... Nevermind that."
The room fell silent as no one knew what to say.
Then the unexpected question arose from Epic.

"What if we met the friendly deities?"