It felt like he had been on a continued shift at work, really. He drained a bit of energy from a few civilians and took the starseed of a single one who was annoying him, but otherwise simply continued to walk.
All he could think, honestly, was where was that damn White Moon when he needed to profile them? And preferably, ones that seemed to be an actual threat too, or perhaps a useful ally if they were forced to follow them. There was a part of that part that was appealing to Borax. Take a person's shell and a person's innate abilities and take them away from their ability to protest? While Borax was uncertain that he possessed the patience for thralls, he did... admire it.
He was certain some of this data he was collecting for the Negaverse might have been for them to evaluate targets not only for elimination but also for recruitment. No doubt it was part of the point of tracking them, considering they could do that and had done it as an organization plenty enough times.
Borax knew, though, his intention as given by Faustite was simply to profile their enemies.
He needn't let himself get carried away, but it wasn't like there was much else to think about--
Wait.
Was that one of those annoyingly grating auras?
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