*The force continues to observe till a hellish whisper begins to build within its skull, or at least what would have counted for one anyway, in addition to a visual static*

[color=slategray][b]???:[/b] NO! NOT NOW! NOT AGAIN![/color]

*The force moves, deactivating the sphere and rising from a previously unseen "seat." Moving throughout hallways of shadow, the figure walks up to a colorless shelf and takes another sphere, identical to the first, from it. Cradling it in their hands gently, as though a slight breeze could shatter it, the activated it, causing it to emit a three-dimensional recreation of a scene from another Plane taken in ages past*

[color=slategray][b]???:[/b] I refuse... do you hear me? I REFUSE! YOU ALREADY HAVE MY BODY, I WILL NOT LET YOU CLAIM MY MIND! [I]I refuse...[/I][/color]

*The force watches the scene, focusing on it with an unearthly intensity, until the whispers fade and the static clears. Heaving a shaky sigh of relief, it shuts off the sphere and places it back on the shelf, before moving back down the hall towards the main area of sorts. Returning to its seat, the force picks up the sphere and begins recording once more as the pulsations of their form slowly grind to a steady rhythm, as though the state of anxiety it was in is now gradually fading*

[color=slategray][b]???:[/b] [I]Have I not suffered enough for my foolishness? Was not losing my body and being sentenced to an eternity of isolation enough?[/I][/color]

*It shifted its gaze to the haziness stretching out infinitely before the window across from it, almost as though it were pleading for an answer, an explanation. Yet none came. Taking a moment to compose itself, the force resumed its observation of the existence before it, albeit with a much grimmer demeanor*

[color=slategray][b]???:[/b] [I]How long can I keep doing this?[/I][/color]