[ The little vessel stares up at him, still trying to place him for some unknown reason. There is a connection there, though they don't know why, don't understand it.
There is so little they understand. A disruption has entered their sterile routine, their tiny world, and their choice is--
Frustration kindles the flame, ignites it further. Spark to fire.
The stranger gives them names they don't understand, but...vessel. King. Yes. They understand that. They understand they were left behind, not chosen, fallen.
They nod, slowly, fixing their attention on him with a greater sense of curiosity. If he knows their creator, knows their nature, then what is he here for? If he is looking for the one that succeeded, they are long gone; there is nothing much left down here. ]
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There is so little they understand. A disruption has entered their sterile routine, their tiny world, and their choice is--
Frustration kindles the flame, ignites it further. Spark to fire.
The stranger gives them names they don't understand, but...vessel. King. Yes. They understand that. They understand they were left behind, not chosen, fallen.
They nod, slowly, fixing their attention on him with a greater sense of curiosity. If he knows their creator, knows their nature, then what is he here for? If he is looking for the one that succeeded, they are long gone; there is nothing much left down here. ]