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Rep froze again, looking at the middle of the room where there appeared to be nothing at all.

"She?" he said, knowing it had to be Circe. "Do you know what she wants?"

Rep tilted his head a little bit. "Her name?"

That made him a bit more uncertain about who he was dealing with, but he put forward his best guess anyway, shrugging his shoulders. "Circe?" he said.

Alice. Rep didn't recognise the name, he'd never been to Wonderland and the only context he had was a kids book he'd torn up when Sasha was being a pansy and reading about it. The Alice in that book hadn't been acting like a woman should, dreaming and defying marriage and being in the ******** kitchen, it had deserved to be torn up.

That this invisible person wasn't Circe but was female, he immediately became dubious of the validity of their input. He crossed his arms, his posture less open than it was before. He liked Carl, but he didn't much care for what invisible bitches had to say.

"I can't see who you are talking to." he said helpfully.

"Ancients are super powerful s**t, like Death and Time. I think." he said dubiously, hoping silently that that wasn't what they were dealing with.

"Back to sleep?" he snorted. "I've hardly been able to sleep in days, it's no that easy."

Rep almost forgot to breathe as the world shifted and changed around him, once again wondering if he was ******** losing his mind. This s**t happened too often, and this time there was a little girl. A little girl with no face.

There was a sort of numbness that kicked in when you were faced with the impossible that was well developed in Rep as a coping mechanism. It kicked in now as he followed the strange puppet girl through winding windows. He eyed them at first, until the absurdity began to unnerve him and he faced straight ahead.

"It's not normal." he said to Carl. "This is not normal at all, please be careful."

He knew the sword, he relived it too often not to, knowing how it felt to have it in his flesh and to feel the weight of it in his hand. He cast one look back at Carl and for a moment had to weigh up if it put him in more danger to leave him there or to take him to possibly face down a legacy. Ultimately he left him to wait, because though he trusted Excalibur, he had also almost died as a result.

"I'll be right back." he said, anxious, and hurried up closer to the window, needing this to be over and for Carl to be safe again.

Rep made his way along the long table, confused but not actually afraid, though the sword had almost killed him, he couldn’t bring himself to fear it or what it represented. The scene hurt to look at, gleaming silver and splendid, he found it strange. The figure himself at the head of the table felt familiar and he saw a great many things when he looked at him, the blue version of himself just one of those things.



He wasn’t afraid and felt nothing but a protectiveness of sorts himself towards the legacy, in some ways he’d been one of the first things Rep met on his new life on Deus and he’d seen a worth in Harrison that few seemed to heed. He hadn’t felt like the harm that had befallen him had been deliberate but simply a consequence of the warning he’d been given.



“It’s fine.” He said, and smiled. “I know, you warned me, I knew what I was getting into. I still know what I’m getting into.” He didn’t dare think what would have happened to him if he’d been fully human, if he hadn’t had Tracey to hold the crystals. “You’ve saved me a lot of times, I’m grateful, it’s more than I deserve”

Rep listened intently to what the sword had to say, noting each legacy and trying to recall if he'd encountered others. Creation, he could only assume was the grail, so typified by an overwhelming amount of life, with trees and plants. Destruction he assumed was the butterflies and the terrifying woman who had asked him to come to her for power and the terrifying red eyes which had led him to horrific ends. The others were less known to him, bar Protection, though Grief perhaps scared him most of all, so riddled with it in his lifetime that he considered it a genuine threat.

He nodded. "I suppose it makes sense, a legacy is in an enduring memory or a lot of people who remember. I understand the risks." And he did, not afraid of the figure in front of him, but afraid of what could result. "You helped us for so long. We owe you. I owe you."

There were so many questions he had that only Protection could answer, but in the moment the things he'd ran over and over in his head vanished. All but one.

"Something is coming." he said. "Something major. Can we stop it?" And then remembering himself, also adding. "You were all dormant for so long but things are getting worse. I don't understand."