A moderately warm wind began to dash around the edges of the dream room, one continuous current swooping through; particles of dust were kicked up in the sunlight that flashed through the room, abruptly brighter. Last nodded, showing no sign that it cared about her addition. "I - the Concept of Endings, Finality, and that which is Last - of the Twin Concepts of my Creator, give my word to the human Sagitta T'Sora that I will work with her to stop or slow the deterioration of Hopearaa." For the first time in the conversation, its voice faltered slightly before steadying out once more. "I pledge my Conceptual Design to this cause and to her until Hopearaa is either stable or has collapsed. Above all else that I am Concept of."
The breeze stilled.
It seemed to have trouble forming the next words for a few moments, but quickly relaxed. "Well, that's done." It made a motion like it was flicking something away unconsciously, wrist twitching, then caught it with the other hand, staring at it. "My apologies, I am...unused to that process. I have never done that before. Not since the beginning of my sentience, that is, and then I was not the one performing the pledge..."
Last looked up at her with the same sudden movement as its smiles had been, with no in-between, contrasting the almost fluid jerk its hand had made. "I am rambling. These oaths are mainly in spirit; promises only. I hope that that is all they will ever have to be." Though its eyes were closed, it raised its head slightly, as if watching her. "Before I explain, do you have any questions? I am not accustomed to speaking with Hopearites."
"It is happening now, for you," First said quietly. "Do you recall the last thing that happened to you on that journey, and where you are now?"