Grey didn’t show any signs of moving, even after the world shifted, even after the arms began to move.
He was staring at the crown, but he didn’t seem to be waiting. His eyes had gone completely white, a realization of something overcoming him as he watched the depths of the crown and felt it pulsing with a continuous light over and over and over again.
The Cult... it wasn’t just the Dark Kin alone at all, was it?
The Kin of the Cult... he had just assumed that the Cult was the Kin and the Kin were the Cult, but it seemed that the Kin and the Dark Kin were similar but not the same.
Every one of the Dark Kin was of the Kin, but not everyone of the Kin was of the Dark Kin.
That was when Grey recalled the appearance of the War Head Race. Were they part of this "cult", then?
In that case, was this not technically a Dark Kin Lineage at all, but instead something deeper, larger?
Grey had almost forgotten about Amunet, honestly. He always found himself to be a carefree person. He trusted quickly, but when he was pissed off, he also lashed out quickly.
He found that living life this way was the best for the soul. Why waste time?
If he found a woman to be hot, he’d point it out. If someone was annoying, he’d make sure they knew. If he wanted to pick up a new hobby, he’d throw himself into it.
And if he wanted revenge, he would get it no matter what the cost was. Even if that meant pissing off the host of an intergalactic reality tv show who probably had more power in his pinky than he had in his whole body.
Well... not that War Heads had pinkies in the first place.
However, there was something a bit contradictory about his personality. The reason he worked that way was because he loved to do what he loved to do, just like everybody else did.
Confronting his feelings, dealing with pain and hurt, were not things he liked to do. So when he took Amunet along with him, he had pretty much tried to ignore how much her actions had hurt him, cracking jokes, making her the butt of said jokes, and generally pissing her off.
It was only when Amunet kept pushing the envelope and insisted the problem be confronted that he snapped and made her see how he truly felt.
He really couldn’t forgive her, he honestly didn’t know if he even had it in him.
It wasn’t like they were lovers and she had cheated on him or something. But in Grey’s mind, the world was just black and white. It was either you were with him, or you were against him.
If you were with him, he would move the world for you.
If you were against him, he would throw a world at you. And then piss on your head for extra measure.
What he really wasn’t good at was dealing with grey. And unfortunately for him, that was where a lot of the world rested.
He had gone through a lot of pain and hardship to get himself and Amunet out of that Instance. That was the white of it all.
The fact Amunet had no idea that he died and went through loops, so she couldn’t properly contextualize how much pain he had suffered and why he was so furious...
That was the grey. He didn’t like that at all.
Amunet had stabbed him in the back and betrayed him. That was the black of it all.
The fact she hadn’t killed him when she could have and even saved his life right before he passed out one final time out of blood loss...
That was the grey. He didn’t like that at all.
The fact Amunet stood by her decision and made it obvious to him that she would have done it again had she had the chance... That was the black of it all.
The fact she still felt conflicted and her eyes were also so obviously laced with guilt and her own hardships...
That was the grey. He didn’t like that at all.
He didn’t want to confront it, he didn’t want to deal with it, he wanted to put her in a little box that said "do not touch. Objects may be hot, but obviously volatile".
But he kept having to take her out of it. And that looping cycle only pissed him off more and more every day.
So when this crown appeared, and he realized that his best option for moving forward was to take building a team more seriously than he ever had before...
He didn’t want to do it.
So he had stared and stared at it, until he suddenly fell into a loop that triggered something within him. He felt something hidden deeper within, and the intuition for the world that Prometheus was helping him to build began to shimmer and shine.
He really didn’t notice what was going on around him. But ironically enough, Amunet didn’t know that she could have killed him with a single twitch of her intention either. She thought that Grey was just standing there and waiting because he didn’t take her as a real threat at all.
She was weighing the choice of a lifetime, while Grey himself had accidentally gotten lost in a state of enlightenment.
Neither of the two knew what the other was thinking, and despite being so close, they might as well have been an entire world apart.
The irony was that the one of them who was growing stronger right this moment wasn’t weighing the same morality he had wanted Amunet to weigh at all. He was entirely ignoring it.
By comparison, the one who had ignored morality during their first meeting, was weighing it now...
And it was standing in the way of her taking the largest leap in strength she had ever taken.
And all the while, one Producer was licking it up and had all but put a vibrator to her crotch.
Yes, this was the story she had wanted to tell.