02 | Visual/Location: Central | Of Shells and Hatches

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This world has proven to be as worthless and unfitting as the last. It is curious, still, and unfamiliar. From strange, small towers she has seen objects release from nothing into the hands of humans. She wants to understand them.

A little human girl blinks at her, a mere ant to a giant. Much like this realm which holds it, it is a shell occupied with empty, meaningless space...and yet, unfettered by the weakness of memories--of humanity--of which her own shell burdens her.  It serves no purpose but to be.  She wishes it to cease its pointless existence or make itself useful.

"You. Speak. Explain the purpose of this machine."

It does not answer. It stares. It is nothing.  "I could crush you where you stand and you would be just as effectual. Be gone."

It pains her to think how far she has fallen.

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A long, long time ago Glitch had appeared in the Sanctuary's arrival room, and one of the first people to speak to him was Illyria. A different one, of course, but his mind was still going Scary Blue Lady!

So he approached with caution, determined to pull out all the tricks of the courtier's trade.

"Threatening them doesn't help, your grace." He figured making at least an attempt at the proper form of address would help, and perhaps he should keep his gaze mostly downward. "They're mostly simple folk, but if you'll permit it I would be honored to explain."

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The one who speaks is not as empty as the rest. His wrist is bound, like hers, and he reeks of humanity, but not of artificiality. "They are blank and useless. Barely below the human."

He does not dare to address her as an equal, as so many others presume to do. This pleases her, and because of this she permits him to explain himself.

A simple allowance as she regards him: "You may elaborate."