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Running Vex scan. Check. No consciousness alteration detected. Running Strand scan. Check. Foreign consciousness pattern. Running-

"You bent your self-imposed rule to let Draco come in and snap up Calus while he was atop the Veil and therefore not within the cosmos you were protecting at the time" she says, dusting some chlorophyll off, "and if that doesn't prove I'm not some illusion, you can go ahead and ignore me to go look for the Blackest Heart"

"You're verified in any case. The WHAT? How are you here?"

"How AM I here?" she echoes. "A path just opened up to my principle realm to this silly little universe, and it was like, whoosh, I flowed in here like oil

"Lilith, we're not safe here. This is the domain of the Winnower-"

"It feels like Tehom" she interrupts, frowning at the place but without real concern. "Like I'm hearing my own heartbeat, you know? And yeah, I can hear it talking to me. It says the Blackest Heart is the seat of it's power, like the Pale Heart is for the...the big crybaby ball. It says the end of the dexter path, whatever that is, isn't much further". Without a glance back she started walking off. "Now, I'm not saying we should trust it, but aren't you curious to see what's out there?" she calls back.

The ground has the property of an abyssal trench and the sky is all undulating currents populated by green stars. Direction is imposed by will. Lilith's sheer will carves a path north in ruin. Already my memories seep into this place, calcifying in branches and roots and trunks of Light. For lack of better options I follow her.

And as we walk I see every life I've taken in this cosmos and the one beyond kneeling before me, frozen like shadowy diamonds. Armies of Fallen still riddled with bullet holes, Cabal missing chunks from their stomachs. Enough Hive to pass beyond the horizon, and here and there a Disciple crucified upon nails of cosmic ice.

Irrelevant.

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