The worst thing about always being on the move...
Neos gave a slight chuckle at the demand, showing a sliver of teeth in the process. "I probably should, honestly, it's been a couple of years...and that sounds like a good idea for the silhouettes."He then glanced down at the sheets of paper, flickering through the ones he had some form of drawing on, before saying, "My main problem is that I have a lot of people that affected my life in one way or another, including and not limited to a pair of kids I rescued from their home reality." He looked up towards Ray, a somber look on his face, before saying with a heavy tone, "No matter what happens to this world, short of the world literally destroying itself to the point of non-existence, it won't come anywhere near the state that universe was in."
He looked down towards the papers, pencil flat against the table as he tried to figure out how to phrase what he was about to say as he leaned back into the chair. "I've been through a reality where the homeworld for humanity, Terra, had fallen into severe self-destruction. Humanity worshipped a figure they had called the God-Emperor, who was once a living person like you and me. By the time I arrived in that reality, this man was a living corpse that was forcibly kept alive by something known as the Golden Throne, an ornate chair-like device that had its power fed into by literally sacrificing 1000 Abandoned-like people into it every single day. One of the two kids I saved was slotted to be one of those 1000 on one day and I saved him while freeing myself from being captured for being a 'psyker', basically that reality's term for Abandoned, powerful enough to be forced into living service of the God-Emperor." He looked back up towards Ray before saying, "With the worlds and realities I've been through, I've never tried to leave one as fast as I did that one. Fortunately, I know the two kids I saved are in good hands."
...is that no one believes the tales that emerge later on.
NEOS
