I do not have long.
Ace has me. Ace is...working for that thing. That thing that came out of my brother. That thing that used to be my brother. It is a King, of sorts. It is terrible, in the older sense of the word. Ace made me look at it, and now I see wherever I look. I carry a part of it in me, I fear, and it will erode me like it does the others if I stay here too long. This was the plan all along. Ace wants to serve it. Has served it. He thinks he can control it.
I don't think he understands what it is. I doubt he can understand, but I don't have long, and neither does anyone else here.
We have to stop it.
I'm sorry, Ten. You'll know where to find me.
You can lead the others to me. I can help. I have to help. This is my fault and I must atone.
Please stop this.
Help me put my brother out of his misery.
They've found me.