The weight of his words pressed against consciousness itself.
The assembled Living Origins stood frozen, most only able to meet his gaze!
The army of Paradoxes behind him remained perfectly still, awaiting a single gesture that would transform this confrontation into catastrophe.
Into the suffocating silence, a small figure stepped forward.
Duke Whisker emerged from among the Living Origins, his tiny mouse form radiating dignity that transcended size.
His stellar eyes met Schrodinger's paradoxical gaze without flinching, and when he spoke, his voice carried the weight of eons of accumulated wisdom.
"It seems that we are at fault for intruding." The admission was delivered without shame or fear, simply acknowledging reality.
"We will simply take our people and leave."
