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“A spirit,” Lambda repeated the term, turning the fruit in his hands. “I am not familiar with spirits, there are no such beings where I am from. I had thought myself the only one with a life span much beyond that of humans or other living creatures." 

He had not expected to be answered so directly, and Lambda might have returned the information had he a term to place to the existence that he was. But he did not. Lambda had no purpose to assign his endless years, only the knowledge that he had yet to meet any other like he. Though this boy- this spirit- was the closest.

"Monsters, is it?” Lambda queried, no judgement in his tone, merely restating the facts offered. “I find I prefer their company at times. They are more logical than humans at the very least.” Lambda could bend his own Nova monsters to his will, but he imagined that not this spirit’s purpose. He supposed he technically fell into the same realm as monsters, but this was not his world and thus he had no knowledge on the subject. “What is it you do for them?" 

Emil nodded slightly, knowledge that this similar creation –though not a spirit, nor a centurion– could relate to such things. Even, if he did not quite know it yet. The years that melted off their faces, that could not be percieved, subtle hints of speech, the way one looked to solving a problem ( permanent solutions; no-matter how bad the final outcome ) would take and slowly shift along the way.

The spirit was very familiar with such things by now.

   ”Mhmm,“ he agreed with the other along the lines of monsters. Awaiting for his thoughts to fully come to a halt before answering any queries given to him. A little pause for thought … ”I … protect them.“ His voice did not catch in his throat as he thought long and hard about the things he ‘did’ for them. ”As Ratatosk, I-I am the 'Lord of all Monsters’. So … i-it’s my responsibilities to c-care for them.“ 

Yet he gave the name 'Emil’. He still preferred thinking that there was subtle differences –which their were– that could not slip so easily into his conversation ( or thoughts ) despite knowing it to be untrue. He heard Ratatosk’s thoughts as his own and did not feel any regret in such actions, even when he took them.

   ”I h-help create them, my existence here … I can t-talk to them, get their names, be with them.“ He did not know how else to describe this task ( job ) to someone outside of his mind, outside and unknowing to the way of the world around them worked. ”That is w-why I leave my world. Disturbances with e-extremely strong beasts rip th-through the threads of the worlds, calling me to them, t-to either help them, or …“

His voice slowly lowered, pain painting across his face. ”…I c-can hear anything a monster says … and understand them … i-if what they say is too harsh, unable to forgive, e-even when I try to give them time, prove to them … I put the p-pain to an end.“ Like the blood-stained hand of a G O D, a humanoid spirit which watched things he called friends build and crumble around him for centuries. 

Yet he smiled on, still.

   ”Though it’s a-all fine. I made s-several good friends in my lifetimes …“