Interesting, given that that's his purview and skill. This will be fun
Dark Cep brooded. So much left to do, and so much gone wrong. So many threads still left to begin and tie up. And then...well. He knew where this would end. He didn't like it, but he knew it was necessary. And yet...he let himself consider and worry. This would make him even less of a person than he already was. Just a dark afterimage of a man no longer even part of this world, just a shadow of a piece of history. That hurt, more than he thought it would. Even though he wouldn't be the only one, he was still essentially the only one still connected to who he had come from. The other one had developed his own personality, while Dark Cep's was just a slight tweak to his other. Even his name was just a variation, to differentiate him from the original in his Author's mind. He shook his head, letting himself slide deeper into the pain of the endless trail of thoughts.