Vergil Hawr.

[Forbidden Lore] Good evening. 

There are certain things that you have survived the experience of learning. You should not know them. You do not like knowing them. They echo in the back in your heads, little pieces of broken cogwork, dust in the cosmic machinery. You stand upon the precipice of obtaining another.

Here is my bargain. Either of you may spend a point of Forbidden Lore to avoid having to learn who Vergil Hawr is. Your instincts will act before you realize, with bolt or fist or a yanked cable, you will break this machine and end this chain of reasoning before it begins. You will receive no answers. You will receive no compensation. You will receive no guarantees that this does not happen again. You will receive nothing because the corpse who sits on the throne in the center of the galaxy offers nothing. He only takes, and takes, and takes - and He would take this from you too.

Make your choice. And as you do, tell me a story. Tell me the most intense emotion you have ever felt in all of your life. Love? Anger? Fear? Sorrow? What was moment you were so [i]alive [/i]it felt like you could burst?