[ Being here, among the swirl of cosmos and entropy, is strangely like a homecoming to Matt. He's always felt most like himself when he's communing with something greater, something vast and unknowable and dangerous for that. Before he'd arrived in Horos, he might have been drawn to the perfect middle of this place, balancing on the knife's edge between bright, blooming light and devouring darkness. Now, the call of the void beckons him more insistently; staring too long at the light reminds him of the Innocence's rage at his presence. Begone begone begone--
He doesn't hold it against her. Beings of the spirit can be so fickle. ]
Hm?
[ Matt smiles slightly at his new companion, not appearing at all put off by the sharp teeth and red eyes. He himself is pretty ordinary: just a slim young man with a nest of dark hair, wearing layers of unremarkable grays and blacks. A waistcoat, fitted trousers, a loose and open-throated shirt. But there are a few details of note. He has a thin, hairline scar on his left cheek, whispering with old demonic energy. There's a chunk of gray crystal embedded in the left side of his throat. And his left hand is missing entirely, his wrist terminating in a smooth stump that just peeks past the cuff of his sleeve. ]
No, [ he answers, pleasantly thoughtful. ] I've made my choice a few times over.
i - sorry hope im not overloading you but i Have To
He doesn't hold it against her. Beings of the spirit can be so fickle. ]
Hm?
[ Matt smiles slightly at his new companion, not appearing at all put off by the sharp teeth and red eyes. He himself is pretty ordinary: just a slim young man with a nest of dark hair, wearing layers of unremarkable grays and blacks. A waistcoat, fitted trousers, a loose and open-throated shirt. But there are a few details of note. He has a thin, hairline scar on his left cheek, whispering with old demonic energy. There's a chunk of gray crystal embedded in the left side of his throat. And his left hand is missing entirely, his wrist terminating in a smooth stump that just peeks past the cuff of his sleeve. ]
No, [ he answers, pleasantly thoughtful. ] I've made my choice a few times over.
What about you?