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“Hey, you, pretty man. You really put me in a cage? Afraid I’d be too rough with you for sending your overly built minion after me?”

“You have always woken up feisty. Why would I expect your scrambled head to change that? Gods, you’re so cute, growling at me from in there, looking like the world loves your image and finds a way to make it better every time that time passes.” Sega sighed. The cell they put Naki in had a coating of Source blocking it like a magical window.

So far, the Cloud King was everything they expected and more. Leo told them he wanted to see how Naki would react when he came to with only the people he should recognize. So far, nothing had changed. “You truly have no idea who we are? Another memory loss? Do you remember anything from tangling with Void after you saved me in the Mountain?”

“Saved who from a mountain? I hate climbing. It takes forever and my legs hurt by the end. And all for what? A view? If I wanted to see peaks and slopes, I could go get my fill with tits.”

Sega’s eyebrows touched his scalp, and he looked around as if anyone else was with them at the moment. “Hey. No, no, no. None of that. Who’s tits? Absolutely not. You don’t even like breasts, you like dicks! And pecs! You want something to squeeze, feel up Aiden’s massive rack!”

Naki leaned against the bars because magic blocked him from putting his hands out. He knew this power; it was Source, the same as his. Whatever fishiness went on around him obviously escaped him. 

He only knew one thing, Moon put him on this plane to fight her crusade and here was a high level Sha ready to be beheaded. It was unnerving, knowing some could still function as people like Valas. Sometimes he thought about taking out Valas, but the man was also the only reason he was still alive half of the time, so he’s put aside his programming. Plus, Rogue said Valas was a friend when he had no idea who anyone was three years ago. Rogue only called this Sega guy “strong one” or “powerful one”.

*“We know this one,” Rogue answered in an almost sheepish manner. The being didn’t have emotions to its words but could say them in a different manner to indicate how it wished to emphasize its words. “The strong one made Voiceless from my remaining being and your power. Is from Origin, from Void. Very strong, but you and he are linked.“

“Refuse,” Naki answered out loud in a manner that was typical of himself, even though he didn’t realize it. “No way. Not convinced.”

“To feel up, honey bear? You literally saw him and said you’d rock his world while calling me ugly and pretty at the same time. Which, now you’re back to pretty, so your head is definitely scrambled. It was so cute watching you tell Aiden you wouldn’t mind looking down at him. I’m not sure what universe you have been in for the past three years, but you have things a little confused. Trust me when I tell you, you are not the one that is looking down in any of our dynamics. I’m assuming your words were not for me though. Are you talking to Rogue? Is it still with you?”

Naki’s eyes narrowed and his nose scrunched. What did this person know about his tagalong? “How do you know about Rogue? Valas couldn’t even sense it until I told him, but you can feel it?”

“I’ve gotten to see it’s handy work, and I was there when you received it. I tried taking it all out, but this piece is smart. It hid and eluded me by being too miniscule. The rest of its essence became Voiceless when my own entity expelled it out of me. I didn’t exactly know how to devour more Black back then, so it sat inside me like a ball of bile until Esga kicked it out. But it made sense why I didn’t just absorb it. It’d already been inside of you and infused itself with your Source. It became something else entirely, both Black and Source. We never named it. We didn’t get much time after I discovered you still had a piece inside of you. It seems you found a harmony with it so we let you be since you fought telling me more. I’d hoped to have more time to study the effects, but we were separated from each other.”

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