"At home. Do you happen to know how to help her...? Wait a minute." Christopher stood up and turned to face her. "If you can read my memories, why don't you already know this?" he asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow.
"Well..." Tiamat looked away, her spectral cheeks tinged with a faint blue.
"Come on, just tell me!" Christopher pressed.
"Okay, fine! I am not yet strong enough to fully access your complete memories... just as you are not strong enough to access all of mine. Therefore, I am unaware of your most private and recent memories," she confessed.
"I'm not sure if I should be relieved or slightly concerned by that revelation..." Christopher muttered, then bit his finger, drawing a bead of blood.
With a flick of his wrist, the massive scythe materialized in his hand. With another thought, a beam of light shot out from his ring, solidifying into the form of the three-foot-long centipede.
