>> starts walking back towards where he saw Olwen last.

A sharp scoff.

"I don't pity you...neither do they. I am here for *them*. You are nothing. Burnt and stepped over by the ones they have placed you before, like an offering."

The gloves stop glowing, and he looks back to where he came from.

"I am here for the pink ones. *You* do not matter."

He >

"Infant." He raises his eyes, shining golden, towards the 'king'. "Your life is so short. Your eyes are new. You think you know what a bug looks like...you know *nothing*."

"You *are* nothing...plant at the edge of the field, bait for hungry pests, protect the stronger stalks...born to burn..." >>

"Slime from your tongue."

Vee flexes his gloved fingers - the Allagan lines light up in a familiar blue, and his imagination stirs...

Bright green spikes burst from the ground around the clone, impaling them through in multiple places. They reek of malicious poison.

"Silence."

With irritation, his gaze finally falls on the man. "I do not speak with the other experiments."

Vee continues to ignore him.

"Achia and I didn't make each other happy. Not in a way we knew. We didn't know until after we died."

Vee more or less ignores him.

"Creator was the only one who made me happy. And he forgot me."

"I'm never happy."

>> After all these years...why should you see anything else. The Visionary Project. That is ALL. EVERYTHING..."

"...fangs sewn into my gums, claws into my hands, fire into my breath... There's nothing else, is there? The corpses I leave behind... Those are all that I am. Violence. Death. My only purpose. Even now. YOU look at me...I drag myself over oceans... Searching... All you see is blood on my maw. >>

He stops walking.

"I said you were different...you can no longer even tell when I'm displeased. So far removed..."

His voice is tense with the extra effort of translating himself.

"'Perfect'? 'Perfect'! Ahah...ahahaha! Is that..what you wish to be?"

"Humming of the machine... Endless...paper after paper...the ink blurs and fades, distorts..." He mutters.

"Take me."

His face wrinkles up but he doesn't pull his hands free.

They're cold and slightly damp like an unpleasant frog.

"No rings between us."

"You left footsteps. They were terrified of hunters. Everything close, discarded, removed...'safety'. I'm alone. Lost. Useless..."

"Why. Chaff. Dried leaves under a burning sun. Inevitable, fragile."

"!!!" He grabs their shoulders immediately. "Pink.."

Vee shuffles off to the side, eyes searching the nearby people.

One by one he approaches them asking if they've 'seen pink'.

He looks at her.

"It is born."

This isn't Hwei, who perhaps could have made peace with the creature. It's just a weapon.

>> bigger, until...

The glowing shape is birthed into the form of a behemoth, which roars and slams its head against the dome, which can barely contain it.

Needless to say, the thing is fully shattered.

Now there's an entirely different problem to hand.

A nod.

"But if I must break..."

He looks uncertain about this, but he holds out his hands again.

His mind runs wild, and his first thoughts go to the powerful creations he found himself surrounded by in his testing chamber.

Aether gathers, gathers... And keeps gathering. The shape becomes >>

He stares at her.

"A cocoon breaks. Wings pull out, spread, *become*. It is born. Formed in full."

He squints at her.

After taking a few moments to consider what the hells she might be asking him, he opens his palm and a perfect recreation of the treat is inside.

"Not without imagining something else."

"Death."

He is staring at mud.

>> encasing the military man, Olwen, the victim and himself in a shell of thick, wet earth.

No one will be escaping easily.