Oh, I'm certain there has to be, and whatever it is can see right into our souls. But the most obvious culprits are the Pthumerians, and I don't believe for a second that they're the primary problem.
[Break has theories, but mostly because he can't really help but have theories. This is the part of retirement that truly does suit him well. He has seen to it that the whole "eldritch little girl with the entire Core of the Abyss attached to her soul" problem has been solved and whatever eldritch power core nonsense is going on here is not his problem. Not when there are all these Deerington veterans around who have more context than Break can ever dream of and it's not as though he has anything to go back to if this dimension collapses in on itself or something.
He might feel a little more motivated once he stops being massively depressed, but today is not that day. More importantly, that is a weird way to talk about a wound.]
Ah? You make it sound like you've got bits loose -- oh! [Leaning over to peer at the injury, he perks up with interest. Enough so that his omen pops up over the back of the bench to peer too, ears erect in horse mode.] Why, that's metal in there, isn't it? Then -- what's the newer word for automaton, "robotic"?
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[Break has theories, but mostly because he can't really help but have theories. This is the part of retirement that truly does suit him well. He has seen to it that the whole "eldritch little girl with the entire Core of the Abyss attached to her soul" problem has been solved and whatever eldritch power core nonsense is going on here is not his problem. Not when there are all these Deerington veterans around who have more context than Break can ever dream of and it's not as though he has anything to go back to if this dimension collapses in on itself or something.
He might feel a little more motivated once he stops being massively depressed, but today is not that day. More importantly, that is a weird way to talk about a wound.]
Ah? You make it sound like you've got bits loose -- oh! [Leaning over to peer at the injury, he perks up with interest. Enough so that his omen pops up over the back of the bench to peer too, ears erect in horse mode.] Why, that's metal in there, isn't it? Then -- what's the newer word for automaton, "robotic"?