The great Verge fixed his gaze on the endless expanse; the eternal Span. Time blurred as he tried to remember when they'd first met.
In truth, he couldn't recall a moment in existence without the insufferable, party spoiling Span shadowing him.
Receiving no response, he sighed, then said,
"Still, I think I deserve to know why my fun was interrupted. Don't you?"
The Span's silence stretched. It was rare for him to intervene in the affairs of the Verge, rarer still to pull a favor long forgotten, especially now, when the Verge's favorite god had been moments away from slaughtering the Sentinels.
At last, the Span spoke.
"The knowledge will do you no good. The circles of favor and repayment are endless. You are not the only one who owes."
"Interesting…" The Verge tilted his head, intrigued. "And tell me, who did you repay?"
"That child is not someone whose fate you should entangle yourself with," the Span said simply. "Take this as advice, from an old friend."
