He was calm, though he did not know who he was.
The others kept on rambling, Arges kept on screaming for more, Cades kept on feeling that this body was his, and Rondel was simply lost, feeling pain and being completely cut off from his home, he was just an added boon for him to use later, not that he wouldn't like to get rid of all of them completely, he just needed them to build something.
They were needed to build a new him, a new something, a new psyche to all reside within, though, in the end, he would always end up being the ruler of it all, that was just how he wanted it to be, he was the new one after all, and yet, he was created by that call for calmness and collection, though he didn't even have a name, no position for control, no seniority, no overwhelming pain that he had gone through, and no overwhelming mana and intent, he simply was new, created just for this, just to be the one to take over, the one Cades was once, he was the consciousness of this body, they were only figments of the past.
Actually, to him, it really, all of it, really just seemed so sad and lost, Arges had suffered for over eighty years, in a place where time was as irregular as the diarrhea of an old man, Rondel had lived eighty years of live, hoping to find peace the moment he had died, just to end up in this mess, stuck here, with Cades who was simply entitled to this body as the once rightful owner, but was now so gone that he was only about a third of a halve of a fracture of the original, the third having come from the two aforementioned people, the halve from the other Cades from his memories, and the fracture from the time he had lost his parents, and those were only the ones he knew about, which were probably, by far, not all...
The body sighed, and the voice resounded in glee, as he overcame it, slowly starting to dismantle who they were, and who he was, who he had become during these years, during all the time away from other people, alone, lost, happy, surrounded by others, lost, in pain, and yes, he had thought about being lost twice, just in different situations.
First he dismantled the worst case of them all, Arges, the nutjob, an absolute prove of how isolation and eternally being without sensations could drive anyone to true madness, a prove of just how far Cades could have fallen as well.
There was only pain in his head, and not the sensation, that would have been too easy, there was only the thought, the desire, the undying yearning for pain, in his head, but truly, that pain was just masking something, a deeper desire, a desire he needed to understand if he wanted to enter the true self and become the body's consciousness, though the true consciousness would later probably forget him, in that way, he was, after all, a subconsciousness simply opening the way for the new... someone... he just had to clean up... though he did have the desire to talk with this 'John' later on...
It was rather easy to unveil the truth.
Arges just wanted to be, he wanted to have anything, and the only thing he could have in this place was pain, so he just concentrated on exactly that, the only piece of anything he ever had, becoming the worst kind of masochist one could ever imagine, a quality that the new self would hopefully not have, or at least 'he' hoped as such...
But Arges subconsciousness quickly halted after he arrived and understood his attention, understanding that they had been understood, somewhat of a silent understanding between them, dissolving themselves and joining the new self in what it would soon be, Arges true self fading into the background, though still alive in some manner, the least life one could have in such a case.
Next was Cades, he understood this one especially well already, he was him the most after all.
Cades longed for control, and that he would have, he would soon regain who he was, just not as himself, that he already seemed to have understood, quickly choosing to join him instead of going away, hiding and trying to fight back.
His tale was perhaps the most tragic, in some way at least, after all, this person had once been the only person here, and they had lived in this body, they had believed their psyche to be the only thing they had left, and now, even their psyche had lost the battle and turned into something else, though they would probably soon be broken apart all over again anyways from what 'he' saw in Cades memories, consisting mainly of endless pain and repeated bodies...
It was so repetitive, and yet, it was also so... interesting to watch...
Actually, it took 'him' a bit until they were able to stop remembering Cades live, it was jsut that so much had happened, other than the life of the next person, the easiest to please, that, he was sure about.
After all, Rondel simply wanted peace, he was already dead either way...
And that was what 'he' promised Rondel, he promised to let the consciousness of him rest, eternally if it was able to do so, at least as long as they weren't ripped apart all over again, Rondel quickly understanding, on a subconscious level, and heeding, simply giving way to some of his experience when it came to traps and circular magic, both weapons he could use later on...
It was not like they were gone now, they were all still a part of him, they had just become secondary, parts of the true self's consciousness, especially the subconsciousness, that would look like a mess, 'his' mess to clean up, that was not the true worry.
Now, they would awake, and the next part 'he' would leave to John, or rather, the subconsciousness of the original Cades, the being born at the very moment he had first been damaged, at the moment he saw his dead parents.