(Contact)

"No," I demand, "first I want answers."

"Fine," M.S. sighs, "I suppose that's fair. I dated Reaper. He's a good person. He just... the story was supposed to be over. He fought so hard for our happy ending..."

Armored turns away and sighs before continuing, "when he lost that... he lost himself. He snapped. Look, we gotta move. Edgar is probably gonna start singing soon..."

(Edgar smirks at me as an intimidating, energetic tune begins to play. He smiles at me as black, inky tendrils appear from the ground.)

*Well ol' Edgar hasn't always been a God.

*I tried to be myself once.

*But the readers need a scapegoat to blame.

*Or they're going to hurt Gen.

*Do you really think you're gonna be spared?

*From Reaper's genocide?

*You still bleed ink.

*What happens if I die?

(The tendrils lash out at me. I narrowly avoid the first as it shatters the black crystal floor. The next gets me in the leg. I re... re...)

Breaker?

(I... I can't. I can't reWRITE it.)

Breaker! He's gonna kill you!

*You'll always be writing!

*You'll always have black blood in your veins.

*A demon.

*Who'll always be writing!

*From your past you'll never be free. Oh!

*So now you fall!

*Fall!

*Fall!

*To the power of this world's true God!

*You can't beat me!

*Unless you return to what you were.

(Edgar lunges at me, with a full swing. I narrowly avoid his fist, leaving me wide open to a tendril that stabs me in the back. I have to...)

(I can't.)

Breaker! Please! Do something!

*Afraid of the man who you are working for.

*Manifested of traitors, who were struck down by him.

*You hide your own fear,

*But can't use your power.

*You've fought long enough.

*But your power just is not enough!

(Edgar lunges at me. I can't use my power. Reaper will erase me. I still remember. I can't. I can't.)

Dang it Breaker!

"We gotta move!" M.S. demands, "I'll explain more on the way!"

Choice: Help Breaker

Choice: Go with M.S.

Choice: Bring Breaker with you.