flyawaythief:

“My, my. A chatterbox, aren’t you?” he/she/it/they teased lightly, though the coiled hiss of a snake was in those words. “Chaos is the game, and destroying pieces of my heart strengthens the remaining bits as a whole. Some bits go against the grain, of course, and those are pieces I can write off.”

Pandora-in-Kid shrugged. “So maybe you’re right. Ding ding ding! Not the first of this plane to get it right, and you won’t be the last. You certainly won’t be the last, because you won’t be the one to stop me, I’m afraid… am I afraid? It’s been so long since I’ve experienced your plane’s emotions. Everything you’ve said is just about right. I don’t truly care for their human minds, no, but the pieces that have accepted me? Those are my little boys. And one day they’ll leave my nest, of course. I have to accept that.”

A winding, twisting being with no true clue as to how humans worked, and with no real reason to believe all this information Kid’s feeding him/her/it/them.

“They’re in the middle of metamorphosis. A chrysalis right now. One’s already developing quicker. A prodigy, I suppose!”

The thief hummed and turned a bit to the side to start walking around the other, a slow pacing.

“Wanting to be whole, but pieces aren’t needed, only testing the minds of those with the gem in what you can make them do, but not entirely get rid of them when you don’t even want them… You have absolutely zero interest or care in anything other than what happens. Not even in the pieces themselves entirely. At all. If you did, none of what’s going on now would be happening, and you wouldn’t have as many problems. But either it was out of your hands, or you just don’t care all too much.”

Well, that shorter at least. Too bad he won’t just stop there, even if just to throw some questions.

“Why were you split in the first place? Because it seems like you don’t really care about actually getting pieces, what happens to either the people who find them or the personalities they have from possessing someone in the end, just the power. What happens if it’s collected into one again? And before that, what do you mean by chrysalis? What will happen to them?”