"Love," Prisma croaked, "The most oppressive and destructive force in the multiverse, the cause of all. The origin of my people, the force behind your soul, the idiotic driving force behind all chaos that we Metalix had removed from our bodies, and our universe." Prisma paused and turned his head towards Jenso. "I was spared for the sole purpose of research. That man's intellect, and abilities, rival- No, dwarfed the methodical progress of the Metalix. He is only here to learn, to solve an essential riddle of the void. He saw our Arcane energy as a stepping stone, and nothing more." Prisma smiled wide and chuckled lightly. 

	"I respected him. I [b]respect[/b] him. I wanted to be just like him, just like his people. So I played the part to the best of my understanding, slaughtering my own people by his side."

	[color=9e005d]"Sometimes with a smile, feigning delight in their destruction"[/color]
	[color=fff200]"Sometimes with the desire for a rush, looking to prove myself and challenge my strength" [/color]
	[color=1a7b30]"Sometimes to answer a question about life, or my way of operation"[/color]
	[color=00aeef]"Sometimes because I was forced to, against my will"[/color]
	[color=black]"Sometimes by accident"[/color]
	[color=ed1c24]"Sometimes without feeling or purpose, simple because they stood in my way"[/color]
	[b]"But never through my own intent. Never could I find- Never could a Metalix seek true motivation."[/b]

	Prisma's smile faded, replaced with a blank expression.

	"I wanted to be chaos. I wanted to be part of him as they are, become a part of his soul, driven by his unstoppable determination to learn, grow, expand, overpower, desolate, and move on." Prisma's body began to melt away slowly. 

	"Time is running out. I've yet to achieve my goal."