He'd found him wallowing in his own grief, not once did he look down upon him though. Sure, he reveled in the feeling for some reason, but he had never looked down upon him.
"The heavens cry... Their tears never did mark my demise." The tall figure was adrift, and lost.
"There are worse fates than being sent to the Fade, my friend." They had no recollection of eachother, but inside they knew.
"Oh how disgusting I've become... How dirtied with my own sorrow... How could I have failed so miserably." He'd fixed his jaw long ago, and yet he still weeped as he slowly lost his power.
"Dumat has shunned you "Elder One"." The more peaceful one had said, silken voice strained, unwavering.
"How did it ever come to this?... I'm... Loosing my memory." Corypheus whispered as he paused, the Architect watched him with a knowing gaze and a pensive look.
"Right it was..." The male continued, remembering his servants of war. The Templars, the mages, all twisting and churning in an all out war against eachother. They fought for him... His people, he had not only failed himself, but he'd also failed his true goal. Oh how foolish those mere heathens were, serving to his beck and call. They were so idiotic, as he watched them fumble and bump like rambunctious puppies just discovering the mere edges of life. He remembered all of the blood, the viscera, the tearing of flesh, and even the joining of flesh.
"Who... Who am I?" He asked himself.
"Not even I know that answer, sir." The Architect had answered.
"I don't remember who I am myself." He sat down beside him on the rock. The world flowed like paint, almost unrealistic. He could almost touch the other side, but he did not.
"Tell me, Architect." Corypheus started.
"Yes?" The other replied with patience.
"Was all I fought for a lie?" Corypheus asked.
"Why ask me?" He replied, tone amused, deterred from his earlier serious facade.
"... You... How do you do that?" The red lyrium infested man had asked disdainfully.
"Do what?" The Architect replied.
"How can you be so calm and... And pass it down this way?" Corypheus felt a hand on his shoulder.
"I was once like you my friend... And I feel sort of akin to you. Maybe, in a past world, long before your defeat, I had met you." The memories came flooding back to the architect, and he had to struggle not to hold his head.
"Sethius."
