Less playthings than tools - not even for any purpose but to line their pockets. A numbers game. [Chibi's voice is rough with some mixture of anger, sorrow, and sheer exhaustion. He's been through an emotional rollercoaster these past few months: the slow disappearance of everyone he knew, a lover lost and found again, being turned like a cog in a machine. He is calm only when he searches for answers.]

[His time came to die almost a year ago, and yet...]

I laugh to think that Mosley was the one to finally deliver the blow - the beast eating its own tail, if you will.