Jarvis dusted off his hands. The dark room looked a little less menacing now. Having just finished cleaning the prison of the Moon he sat down for a moment of rest. Leaning against the wall he heard the faint click of a beak closing.
"Why do you remain here?"
"I'm of no strength to help. So I tried to make myself useful here."
"Of no strength?"
"Surely someone of your caliber requires no explanation?"
"Tell me, to you what is 'strength'?"
"I'm already aware there's different forms of 'strength', I just mean it in a more literal sense. I cannot compete against the Chimeras."
"Hmm. . . you are stronger than you think."
"Aha, I appreciate it."
Flipping his book open he went back to studying the various pictures. Some time passed before Jarvis asked, almost to himself, "So you know about this book?"
"Whatever you intend to ask I cannot answer."
