deconreconstruction - Early Access: Pgs. 2596 - 2602

LILITH: Our apologies, everyone

LILITH: We had no intent to be the last to arrive at our gathering

LILITH: This is the first moment we have allowed our attention to be drawn away from our charge since she started her quest

LILITH: Please excuse our tardiness—

LILITH: ...

LILITH: Now just what is the meaning of this tomfoolery

Ah, pardon me, dear sister.

It seems we have let ourselves get... carried away.

One moment, I will bring this tableau to order.

There we are. Apologies for the chaos.

LILITH: No need, we understand it has been quite some time

LILITH: Will Af not be joining us? We were under the impression you sent a general summons

ZEHANPURYU: Erm, well, about that...

I have been informed that I am being given, as they say, the cold shoulder.

LILITH. Ah. Still in one of their belligerent moods, then

It would seem so. My impression is that they are taking particular satisfaction in personally antagonizing me this go around.

LILITH: Mm. They have always been among the most unpredictable of us

I had hoped that they would tamp down their rebellious nature, at least on this final attempt. Really, of all possible times to be—

WORMWOOD: MAY WE PLEASE GET TO THE POINT.

WORMWOOD: I DESPISE WHEN YOU TALK AROUND WHAT MATTERS.

WORMWOOD: YOU WANTED ALL OF US IN THE SAME ROOM? FINE.

WORMWOOD: THEN LET ME BE FUCKING BLUNT, SO WE ARE ON THE EXACT SAME PAGE. 

WORMWOOD: METATRON, IT IS OBVIOUS TO ANYONE WITH SENSE THAT YOU ARE LOSING YOUR GRIP ON THE SESSION.

BATHKOL: Well, now, is there really any need for—

WORMWOOD: YES, THERE IS. SHUT UP.

BATHKOL: Hmpf!

WORMWOOD: AS I WAS SAYING.

WORMWOOD: AT FIRST, I ASSUMED YOUR RETICENCE IN COMMUNICATING WITH US WAS SIMPLY THAT OLD PENCHANT FOR DRAMATICS, CEREMONY AND WHATNOT.

WORMWOOD: ALSO YOUR INCLINATION TO BE A CONTROL FREAK.

WORMWOOD: BUT LOOK AT YOURSELF. YOU ARE FALLING APART, IN EVERY POSSIBLE SENSE.

WORMWOOD: ARE YOU AT ALL AWARE OF WHAT IS TRANSPIRING WITH SEVERAL OF OUR ASPECT HOLDERS?

WORMWOOD: HAVE YOUR POWERS TRULY SLIPPED SO THAT YOU CANNOT EVEN MAINTAIN THAT SENTIMENTAL DISGUISE?

...

WORMWOOD: WELL? DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?

Why, I...

...Yes. You are correct, Wormwood. I have noticed myself slipping more and more, of late.

My gaze does not extend as far as it once did, and it has grown blurrier. Weaker. Distorted.

I am afraid that this is symptomatic of what we dreaded most, as we drew closer to the end.

The Naught Father's influence has grown stronger, and it has seeped into The Game.