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Quietly skulking until now, the frowning golem speaks up. "I will stay and serve this place. You speak of balance, and a creature built by Moon dedicating their life to preserving that which the Smiler sought to destroy strikes me as fair and good symmetry indeed." He stares between all of you, rather than making eye contact. You believe this is his version of 'goodbye'.
Serv shakes his head in simple disbelief at the words pouring so glibly from your mouth. "It will take an automaton to teach you the value of free will. So be it. For now, I will Serv you willingly, and you'll see the worth of trust, and leaving people to their own devices. That is the way of Sun. Or so I believe." He walks calmly away from you, looking for any more clues toward the fourth level.
Serv gives Abnaki a hard look at that comment. "I would die before I become a puppet again. Is that what you meant to say? Is everyone a character in your book, declarative?"
"I do not volunteer to be an 'extra body'."
"The rest of this level is clear to my senses, but I stil do not know how to approach the fourth level."
Serv shakes himself conscious, and looks around in vague alarm. "I saw...silver light? And then nothing. Are we under attack?"
Serv is weeping. "I used to remember this whole song, when I was whole." The tears are oily, glistening in Samen's were-light.
"Such a sick sense of humor." At first you think he refers to one of you, but you see he is looking at the one piece of writing within view: a scroll.
Serv tries to follow a single observer he has located. Something about him repulses the small machine, however, and the observer continually skitters away from him. The golem sighs and ends the fruitless endeavor. He wanders back to the group, eyes melancholy but still scanning for danger alongside the rest of you. "There are a million copies of Ky La, you know. You can't ever kill him for good." He states this in a matter-of-fact tone.
Serv observes the carnage.
"Yesterday? I didn't have the burden of feeling anything, yesterday. Being a limb of the Observer was...nothing. Bliss." He stares at the stone walls, seeing nothing, longing for nothing.
As Serv sees Abnaki contemplating the little crawling observers that scurry about the walls and floor, he says, "Those little ones could heal your wounds, but do you feel nothing about consuming their very life force?"
"That would be my own guess, yes. The thought is disturbing...I- the Observer-" Serv struggles with this newfound individuality, "was supposed to be working alone here. The inquisitor should not be here."
...the salamanders said...robes and glasses...have any of you met the being that calls itself Inquisitor Ky La?"
"That was completely awful. Can all humans do such things? My records are incomplete."
Moving with uncanny speed, Serv avoids several red, flaming rays that erupt from the doorway. You hear hisses of frustration from within as Serv lands lightly on his feet.
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