Baleg looked at the wandering eye in wonder, his train of thought travelling many places, though often getting derailed or becoming far more simplistic at times with questions such as [i]”Can I eat it?”[/i] It was obvious that Baleg was meant to be the world’s best philosopher. Yet, his train of thought fell apart as the Hivemind prodded him, causing him to startle and the last of his egg to tip over and break. He was unsure whether to be sad or not, one of the others had managed to keep his shell until the Hivemind took it. “I guess this is exciting. I dunno. It seems kinda… odd. I don’t wanna go into that light. Though, maybe it is better than staying here in the dark,” Baleg mumbled as he looked around at the others.

“My name is Baleg, by the way.” He seemed to grow ever more distracted by the white light which the Hivemind had presented them. Where would it take them? Did it lead to the outside? What even was the outside? Yet, the most important question which entered his head in that moment was [i]”Is there food in there?”[/i] Baleg wanted to go in but didn’t want to be the first so he shuffled around slightly and looked at the others.”W-who should go in first? I don’t want to go in there alone,” He said seemingly afraid even if the Hivemind had been kind to them thus far.