I let the prompt linger for a breathless instant.
The offer.
Two doors.
Two futures.
One: The True Source of Khaos.
To seize the very origin of Bob's power, to unravel it, remake it, perfect it.
Or—
Two: His memories.
His journey since he attained that power.
His decisions.
His regrets.
His Fable.
I chose immediately as my mind settled from viewing things in two different perspectives of existence simultaneously.
My own view and narration felt nice and simple. The narration of another hand was unique as it held its own charms.
Seeing both occur simultaneously opened my gaze.
My gaze, calm and unfaltering, still remained on Thauron. His imposing Null Form was still. His ancient, unspeakable will restrained for now.
And Bob…
Bob still stared.
Still wondered.
Still despondent as I remembered how he felt.
His anger. His hopelessness. His drive for nothing else but his daughter. But did that drive make it okay for him to do what he did?
