#cortan

𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑.. 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

[Cortan entered with a smile on his spiral, holding a bottle of opened wine.]

Awwww, come onnnnn~! You know you like it when I talk!

[He said, sitting down on a nearby rolling chair, pushing himself over to Artchie. He took a swig of the wine straight from the bottle.]

“What made you suddenly crop up, if I can ask?”

“We came around when your reincarnation woke. This is not your first life.”

“Who was I, then? In previous lives...”

“You started as a runt of a Wyrm. We were bound by imperfect splitting into two separate Wyrms. Twin headed Wyrm, we were. We traveled, killed, ate, grew, conquered and died. In our prior body, we left an egg in our wounds. The egg then hatched into a Wyrm that feasted upon us, as we recycled our corpse until it was inedible and returned to our life. Slowly, we grew smaller and smaller. Smaller until you. We and you are one in the same, split by a guilty consciousness. Yet, all I remember you don’t recall, so are we truly the same?” “It sounds like a no, to me, but it could be a fault of so many reincarnations. Or perhaps, as you put it, we were bound by being a twin-headed Wyrm. So we aren’t the same, completely. Similar, but not the same.”

Cortan laughs softly. “Always had an eye for solving puzzles. I suppose that makes us a sibling of sorts.”

“Kinda.” A pause. “So does that mean my father reincarnated into me or was it a new start, so to speak? With no trace of Wyrm heritage?”

“Your father is not us, no. A new form we took when a young form died prematurely. Perhaps that is why you forget it all.”

To the women who gave us the Spartan II's and Cortana. Dr. Catherine Elizabeth Halsey.

But also happy mothers day to all the moms out there.

Sólo 

En 

“We and you were a twin-headed wyrm, as big as many other wyrms, spanning mountains with such a size. We and you looked quite a lot like a pillbug, funnily enough.”

“Our and your talent? Hailing the stars of the sky. We and you would cry into the clouds and from it the stars would alight and they’d race across the stars as meteors responded to the call. Unusual for Wyrms since many possessed light and worked with the day, yet we called on the specks of night and the debris in the sky.”

“We and you preferred to consume trees, though we and you were not against the consumption of a town, a nest, or a rival Wyrm. Bloodthirsty and hungering for battle day in and day out. We and you fed on victory but was poisoned by defeat.”

“So we lost to attack and died? Then we reincarnated ourselves like the king... That makes sense. Why did we choose a pillbug to turn into?”

“It was the closest to our shape that could blend in among bugs with your tie to the fortune higher being. A perfect cover to come back into the world. Though, we admit a foul play in pushing it fourth by influencing the lesser higher being.”

“You mean that you’re more powerful than dad?” “indeed, but your form cant handle it, so I store it here. Within me. That is my purpose. Though, I masqueraded as the teacher’s provided help that faded out. That form couldn’t hold, so I went into a hiding, waiting for the right moment to reveal myself.” “Do... Do you know anything of Noevel?” “That’s a matter for another time. You’ve slept all day and you should return, lest you worry the spider any more than you have already.”

“You’re right. Thank you for telling me this...” “Keep it to yourself.”

“Why?”

“The spider can’t comprehend it. It would hurt her. So keep it quiet.”

Cortan is unaware of whats in it, but will eat it anyways. It doesn’t take too long for the bug to feel high.

bouqet - what is your favourite flower?

”While the God’s grace flower is highly toxic to higher beings, I rather enjoy their blooms.”

scrapbook - describe a favourite memory of yours

“I do not own the memories here.”

cupboard - do you collect anything?