(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

and blind wandering ebbed and passed like a fading dream.
"Simple escape, simple trap, broke her maze with ease, I did. I could have
made it tighter, deadlier." He grinned madly. "She knew nothing of what it
takes to trap ME."
"And you're to blame for killing the Linguist Fin?" I could still remember his
kind manner, his patience in teaching, and scarred hands wrapping around
his neck.
"There..." He seemed confused for a moment. "There were MANY that I
killed. There were many that needed to be silenced." His eyes flickered to
the black stones, as if remembering something - something unpleasant.
Tremors shook his shoulders. "They claimed they knew me. Had to SILENCE
them, stop their voices. Accusing. Always ACCUSING..."
"Stop this now," the other laid his hand on my shoulder. There was no
warmth in that touch, just the cold grip of one used to command, "You are
wasting our time with this prattle."
I shouldered him off and looked to the calm-eyed incarnation, "And you. I
don't recognize you."
"Ah..." His smile faded, and concern filled his eyes. "To put it simply. I was
once lost, now I am here again, as are these others."
"How is that possible?"
"I - do not know. Whatever you touched within the Fortress has brought
pieces of yourself to the surface." He paused for a moment, thinking. "One
of these others may know the means of how this came to be - but it is
beyond me."
"Other incarnations - reflections of ourselves." The stoic one said half to
himself, glancing at the hunched incarnation, and then to the one I was
speaking to. "I will have them merge with me after I deal with you. Or kill
them if they refuse; it is of no matter. They are not necessary."
"THIEVES. They are THIEVES - all of them. And THIEVES will DIE," the
hunched man snarled.
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