"Bet you thought I was dead?" Replica golden eyes glared at the big cheese of the organization thirteen.
Β Β Β A FRAGMENTΒ of a chuckle echoes, amber eyes deceptively glowing in the dim light illuminating the surroundings, the black cloak fading into the darkness that lingers beneath the light,Β βYou declare such a statement as if I should feelβ¦ INTIMIDATEDΒ by itβ¦βΒ Β Β Why would such a poor little puppet be any sort of CONSEQUENCEΒ to him? A failed experiment of Number IV, such as the Nobody himself. A derelict trying to play something more, trying to be REAL.
Β Β Β βShould I beβ¦ CONCERNEDΒ about your approach, or shall I drop the humor and end your pitiful existence such as the fate that befell your creator?β If the little TOYΒ is here to play, to try to tear away strings, then it will have an experience that will last its lifetimeβwhat little would be left for being so foolish to face a GOD.Β Β Β βOr, have you arrive in a manner that will not bring about your destructionβ¦?β An ever so slight raise of a silver eyebrow, a curl to the corner of tanned lips. Wellβ¦ there could be OTHERΒ uses for the failure. Fix the problems Vexen couldnβt. Perhaps make a better creation than what the scientist couldnβt do. An easy feat to destroy and rebuild, even if this one is not made out of his power.Β Β Β "I wonder which one it will be. . ." A hollow amusement glimmers in the dangerous amber hues, "Suprise me little replica. . . let me see what PURPOSE brings you before me."