He is not, perhaps, entirely alone. Elidibus and Lahabrea still exist, for all that he's barely spoken to them in centuries. But in all other ways he is, indeed, alone. And more than that, he is lonely. Here in the heart of an empire that he built; an empire where not one of his subjects so much as understands magic, save as a tool of the enemy. Or the conscripted. And never mind them understanding what he truly is.
"The design is not my own."
If it were, it wouldn't be lying half-abandoned on his desk.
"And it might work, had these people any concept of how to harness aether. To say nothing of the fact that there's scarcely room enough in a reaper to begin with."
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Date: 2020-11-26 03:47 am (UTC)"The design is not my own."
If it were, it wouldn't be lying half-abandoned on his desk.
"And it might work, had these people any concept of how to harness aether. To say nothing of the fact that there's scarcely room enough in a reaper to begin with."