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Bob smiles, slowly wagging his finger. "Oh boy, you have much to learn." The name was inscribed into the paper, and Mithias could feel down to his core that this pledge was more than just a legal one. He had bound this promise to his very concept, to his very soul. Should he break it, no power in the Multiverse besides the Primals themselves would be able to stop Bob from claiming his soul. "Trust is the tool of fools, it is the assumption that your wishes will come true. Nothing more than arrogance imposed on reality, by fools who cannot see their own acts for what they are."

He picks up the contract and walks away, tucking the scroll up his sleeve. But before he left he stopped, smiling back at Mithias. "At all like you? My boy, you seem to be under the delusion that there is some relation between you and Alucard. Do you think that simply being born from the same parents, in the same place, connects you?" He chuckles, as if he were an old man imparting some deeply held secret wisdom to a young padawan. "What are you but clay, formed by life and love into who you are now? Were you the same person yesterday? Were you the same person before you met me, or were thrown into this world without rules? Alucard was a beast formed from the lives and loves he lost, he was not you any more than you are the human who once breathed on a world far from here."

With those last words, he walked through the door back to the Lounge. Mithias stood alone on the great icy plains of Tassadar. And even as he stood there, Bob's daughter was waking up, slowly rubbing her head.