A long long silence ensued, followed by a deep breath.
> "…Yes."
"Wanting to get rid of them... not just from the post but snuffing out their existence completely..."
The captain's eyes narrowed as he gazed forward deeply while dark thoughts plagued his mind.
"Yes..." he whispered.
The moment he acknowledged this, the door became wide open.
Falco rubbed his fingers together and a thin tendril of shadow crawled across his palm like ink, swirling, condensing into a tiny black mote, barely the size of a grain.
Only Angy saw it.
Her eyes widened but she said nothing.
He mentally whispered, 'Hook.'
The mote vanished into the air.
It slid through space like a ghost, undetected and seeped toward the captain's thoughts.
Right now, he was weakly thinking:
> "If only I had full control… If only I could enforce my rules without restriction…"
And that was enough.
The dark object latched onto the thought like a parasite.
Angy saw Falco shudder.
E.E noticed. "You good?"
