[Yuber stares intently at the other man, trying to draw meaning from his words. He is here too, after all, but could return to Meridian if he wanted.
Slowly, he lifts his gaze and watches the surrounding crowd as some veer away. This had not struck him as unusual. Normally, he radiates an aura of cruelty and oppressive power that sends humans running or at least makes them uneasy. It is only now, as he carefully watches them, that he notices the odd furtive glance being darted toward the stranger. Yuber only seems to receive looks of fleeting curiosity...
Ah...]
I see. Your face is known here. You have made your choice.
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Slowly, he lifts his gaze and watches the surrounding crowd as some veer away. This had not struck him as unusual. Normally, he radiates an aura of cruelty and oppressive power that sends humans running or at least makes them uneasy. It is only now, as he carefully watches them, that he notices the odd furtive glance being darted toward the stranger. Yuber only seems to receive looks of fleeting curiosity...
Ah...]
I see. Your face is known here. You have made your choice.
[That the worlds are dead.
Slowly, he shifts his eyes back to Silco.]
And you do not care what your world becomes.