The Stormfather

"Yeah. I'll get through this."

"The Killer...Well, he never seems to fully leave."

"The Words." He murmurs. "I'm...fine. Well, not fine. But...He's...He's gone. For now."

"My name is...Nothing. I d-" Mark blinks agressively, and falls down to his knees. "I'm fine. I'm... I okay. It was just... Something. Something happened. I think..." You know what you need, Mark. His spren murmurs into his mind. "The Words."

Mark's spren curls up into a little ball of vines on the cieling. Mark looks around himself, glaring at each person in the room. Then, in a cold voice, he spoke. "Who's Mark?"

"Yeah...It'll be fine..." "Remember the Words, Mark." "I hear you. Don't think that I'm not listening now." "You hear me, but do you truly understand what it means? It's been so long, Mark. You've progressed, but you keep falling back into your old ways." "What old ways? I haven't done any more work for Adris since..." For the first time, the name didn't bring tears to his eyes. "Since Sereine." "Running away from your problems doesn't work when you problems are inside you. There is another way. The Words, Mark! The Words!"

"I'm okay. It's just..." Mark sighs. "I thought he was gone for good this time. I really thought...I thought I had finally escaped my past." "You don't need to escape, Mark." His Spren said from the ceiling above, one of the only times it had chosen to truly speak instead of speaking into his mind. And... Mark was pretty sure that this time, Meryin had spoken audibly to the rest of the room.

Mark's eyes darken momentarily. "We should have finished them off." He shakes his head and returns to reality. "Sorry. It's not...fully gone, all of the time. Him."

Mark breathes heavily. "This kind of thing...Well, it should have fallen with the capitol."

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"Do we have any clue how the gamemakers keep making these...for lack of a better word, monsters?"

"No, its not. But there's not nothing at risk."

"Maj." Mark nods towards the screen. "And any other good people inside that arena."

"There is something at risk."

“Yeah, I guess.”

You need to hear them, Mark. The Words will never come to you if you cannot embrace the Words you've already spoken. "I listen. I remember. I can't help everyone." Mark mutters under his breath.

Mark burns brass, lightly lightly soothing everyone around him. "Sorry. I know that Red could have done good things. I just want to point out that there is a Deepwalker right there near Maj, and it looks to be quite similar to what Red was, but...Green, this time."

Mark looks back to the TV screen. "Uh, everyone? Remember the Redspine?" He pauses. "Well, this time it's a Deepwalker."