A silence fell in the mindscape after Primordia's final praise. For a long moment, neither being spoke. The great sphere of light floated while its energies pulsing gently, as if studying the small, defiant consciousness before it.
But the silence was of Aurelion's making. The initial shock from the revelation had passed, replaced by a clarity. He had been played. Every action, every reaction, every desperate struggle had been a spectacle for the entity before him. He would not give it the satisfaction of an immediate outburst. He would let it speak. He would hear every last word of its justification before he passed his own judgment.
The prolonged silence seemed to surprise Primordia. After a moment, it was the one to break it, its tone still carrying that strange mix of motherly authority. "You are a special soul. Anyone can see that, Aurelion. Everything I have done was so that I could understand you better."
