His eyes blazed with paradoxical light.
"Is it not glorious? Is it not paradoxical? The being who carried my Master's contingency for return, the being who stands beside THE Primordial Paradox even now... that being is simultaneously my greatest ally in achieving everything I have worked toward."
He spread his hands wide.
"So here is the end of my lengthy yapping, as it all comes down to your Choice."
His voice grew softer but no less intense.
"Your Choice. But is it really your choice? Or is it all already determined because of how Existence operates? Because of how the Vakochev Scales of Existence operate? Because of weavings that were set in motion before you ever became aware of yourself as a being capable of choosing?"
He smiled with something that held genuine curiosity beneath its arrogance.
