. . IS THAT WHAT YOU REFER TO HER?
OH, ANGEL'S GRACE. THAT LOUSY
EXCUSE OF A "SCIENTIST" IS NO
REPLACEMENT OF MINE.
SHE COULDN'T EVEN FATHOM
A FRACTION OF MY WORK AND THE
IMPORTANCE OF IT.
TO SEE THE KING UTILIZING HER AS
HIS GIFT OF INFORMATION IS
INSULTING.
Hahaha, I wouldn't be surprised. His heart's not quite as strong, these days.
It is quite strange to be meeting you once again--I am not nearly as fond of your replacement.
Centuries would've been right, old man.
It truly *is* you, isn't it? Hah! I never would've guessed!
The original Royal Scientist! In the disfigured flesh!
If only my father could see this, he'd be aghast.
AS FOR YOU SOUL.
INTERESTING, ISN'T IT?
FOR IT TO REMEMBER SOMETHING
THAT IT SHOULDN'T EVEN THINK
ABOUT.
ARE YOU CERTAIN THAT
YOU ARE NOT
IMAGINATING THINGS?
INTERESTING QUESTION.
THE MIND IS A FASCINATING ORGAN,
NO?
IT PLAYS TRICKS, SLIPPING AWAY
FROM YOUR THOUGHT BUBBLE
THE MOMENT YOU STRUGGLE
TO THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU THINK
YOU REMEMBER.
Of course, I couldn't expect to be alone in this void forever.
Enough with the riddles, reveal yourself.
My SOUL remembers who you are, and yet my brain rejects the information.
Your name lies on the tip of my tongue, yet if it went any further, it'd escape me.
Why?