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There is a momentary pause, the central structure lays out before them, its design like a throne room. The red carpet is a stream of flowing energy and branching out like it is the central artery of Chaos. A figure sits at the throne, but it is not Furor, but a woman. She has her eyes closed and hands interlocked. To her sides are Daemon Metus and Daemon Furor. Daemon Metus flows with a dim red light from his dark carapace and robes, his appearance more humanoid. Furor is clearly bigger, much of his form made of energy, the only thing connecting his hands are wisps of energy, a quality to him like a godly war machine.

Daemon Furor seems strangely at loss for words, his tone uncharacteristically meek and defeated. His head hangs to the side. "I... do not understand..."

"You were wrong, brother. People can change and forego the self. People can sacrifice, and go against their selfish nature. People can learn to accept and grow." Metus says to Furor. Up in person he sounds almost human, a deep yet kind and soothing male voice in contrast to his dark appearance. "Can't you see that you let yourself become what you hate? You have grown blind, Furor, but now you are beginning to see."

The figure lifts her head. At first she seems human but something feels off: Her skin is unnaturally flawless and so is her hair, long flowing and she herself radiating with a soft non-magical energy. She wears a purple cloak of glowing fabric, woven of the energy of Chaos itself, and under this is a white flexible form-fitting suit with the symbol of Chaos upon her chest. She opens her eyes, one of which luminates red like Metus, and the other blue like Furor.

She brushes some of her hair from her eyes to look at everyone before her, as she does this it can be seen that she has two sets of arms connected at a central joint. She begins to get up but begins to stumble, Metus quick to move in and support her.

"Echoes... I heard echoes from so long ago... days of silly things, of joys and innocence... I was naive, and young... but happy..." The woman stands on her own and Metus lets go of her. "My emotions betrayed me then when they wanted my power. In my rage I destroyed so much, including the one I loved... I tried to take it back... I blamed the world and withdrew from it... taking refuge here."

"You were afraid, confused, you were placed in a complex situation." Morpheus says stepping forward, Furor begins to show signs of aggression but the woman gives him a look and he relents. "But that was so long ago, things have changed since you've been here. There are still bad people, sure, and misery... but people would be more accepting of you than me. It is time to move on, Adam would want that."

The woman who can be reasonably assumed to be Pandora stumbles back some clenching her hands tightly.

"How do you know that name..? He's dead... long ago... nobody should remember... you were not even born then!"

"A part of him lives on..." Morpheus says softly, thinking out each of his words carefully. He is a bit hesitant but takes a deep breath. "You said you 'tried to take it back'... you tried to revive Adam, but instead you kinda like... crafted a machina from his body."

Pandora looks down at the ground, biting her bottom lip, this does not seem to sit well with her. A strange sensation if felt, Chaos itself seems to react to her thoughts and emotions. Morpheus quickly steps forward, Furor seemingly growing agitated, while Metus seems to try offering comfort.

"B-But... this machina is more like you, for a while he lived the life of a human unaware of what he was. He's not Adam, but he has his memories... he relayed his last will, that it wasn't your fault... and that he is sorry... the Crimson was never supposed to hurt you..." Pandora relaxes, what seems to be tears of energy run down from her red eye as she stares at the floor. "You should go to him, he is your son after all."

"And despite it all, the Crimson cared for you in its own strange little way..." Metus says softly. "But now is the time to hear what it is they want so they may go home."