You know, waking up and preparing for today also made me forget about what 'The Management' had agreed on... which was me basically getting more E.G.O to be their guinea pig in everything but name. I'm surprisingly okay with that... if only for the E.G.O.
What I wasn't ready for was behind the door of my room, though...
The same guy that hands me E.G.O is around, I recently found out he is called Mathias, and he is bald... which is something that never caught my attention until now. Mainly because I had to look past him to what actually has me surprised and why Mathias is completely serious, no traces of anything but seriousness and a small narrow in his eyes.
A Sephirah, pitch-black in color with golden trimmings on her arms and legs, along with a hexagonal pattern at her left side. Her single glowing golden eye was looking at everything that I was, while I was doing the same... she also wears a fur cape? Ok, like all Sephirah, her name was there for all to see, Binah.
Mathias handed me a big box, the size made me think of a big weapon that was about as big as I am and while I did take it, my eyes never left those of the Sephirah. Something about her... didn't exactly make me weary, but if my ability to read emotions is still as good as ever...
Then she is curious and interested, but deep down there is this... murkiness? Weathered? Feeling of violence, or more specifically, the need to commit violence, and even then... it didn't feel quite right.
But the overall air around her felt muted, unlike the other two Sephirah that I've met are... bundless of emotions (mostly negative), she wasn't like them. I know people can bury their feelings, Angela has done it and so can I, but hers... doesn't feel natural.
Something's up with this Sephirah.
"Have you perceived enough of what your eyes caught?" Her voice was... both heavy and soft? More like wise and old but also young at the same time, with a small hint of smugness.
"There is never enough, that's quitter's talk." I commented, keeping my expressions in check. Something tells me she can read people stupidly well... also these are the first words she says to me and I can already tell she likes fancy talk.
Was she amused? Her murky feelings made it hard to tell, "A greedy child from day one, or is it perhaps the fear of the hurdles ahead that prompt you to look for more..." It sounded like she was mussing, but to me? It was more like confirmation, that's impressive.
I shrugged my shoulders, "Fear of the unknown is normal, you don't know and therefore try to know, 'Those who know nothing can understand nothing'. It is in human nature to avoid this fear." Did she just chuckle? And by how Mathias looked at me like... I was some kind of god, that must either be a good thing or a really bad thing.
"Indeed, then fear is the one that moves you to act, that inadequacy that moves you forward has been turned into a tool to progress... fascinating." Well, that's quite the fancy way of putting my fears and my probably not healthy way to live.
Which makes me wonder... "What about you? Your thoughts are like a mist filled lake, hard to traverse. Something about the way you carry yourself seems reserved in an unnatural way, you do not fear because you aren't allowed to, but are eagerly waiting... for what? Only you know." She leveled a STARE at me, and I didn't turn away.
Something in the back of my mind told me she was giving me a dangerous smile, "To view others in such a naked way, you see into their inner lake as clear as day. It is no surprise that you can interact with its spawns so freely, such a fearsome ability." Well... this is the first person to point out how good I'm at reading emotions.
Mathias couldn't keep up anymore and all traces of seriousness were replaced with incredulity, glancing from side to side between me and Binah.
... Wait a minute, "I thought the others weren't allowed to come up here until the right time came?" I asked curiously, wondering exactly WHY she was here.
"Your visages may be similar, yet the difference is clear like night and day." It didn't take me long to understand what she was saying, 'As long as we don't meet the Manager it's fine'. That... is good to know.
Right after she said that, she turned around and started leaving, "This was an enjoyable conversation, hopefully we can continue having meaningless meetings like this." It took me a moment to get that, for someone like her to just enjoy random conversations... makes a lot more sense than it should.
"I hope so too, this was quite the treat." I called after her, and turned my attention back to Mathias, who was simply... staring at me.
I waved my hand in front of him a couple of times, once that failed I snapped my fingers, it didn't work either. So I shook him by the shoulder and his eyes blinked once.
He then grabbed both my shoulders and stared into the depths of my soul, "What the fuck?" He demanded me, even if it was worded like a question.
"We talked? It isn't that hard to understand." I commented, not getting why he seemed so frantic.
Mathias seemed to go through the five stages of grief in seconds before deciding that whatever was bothering him wasn't worth the mental damage, "Just... try the damn E.G.O already." I rose a brow and put the big, long box on the floor to open it and see a giant rusty axe with a gear behind the blade inside it.
I know this one, the same one Beth uses and the Woodsman too, I took a hold of it with both hands and... well something tried to happen. Almost like an absence tried to enter my chest, only just to instantly feel fulfillment from something.
If what I read about the Woodsman is true... I think my nature instantly countered the one from the E.G.O, I have no idea how to feel about this, "Well... that was over quickly." I commented and saw Mathias with a notepad out and writing at the speed of sound.
It took me three seconds to realize I was handed E.G.O of an abnormality that turned murderous after just seeing me. I wanted to be mad, but I'm more surprised I didn't see it coming.
Mathias gave me a flat stare, "I had enough craziness for a day, hope you make a bit more sense when we meet again." I can't believe this guy... is it really so weird to talk with Binah?
I sighed and shook my head, I'm too hungry to ponder that... maybe I should make some 'Tacos de Barbacoa'. Although, explaining that BBQ and Barbacoa aren't the same thing could be a chore.
Also, 'Tortillas', I hope they have the ingredients to make those.
Better hurry then... if only because at this point, I already know almost everyone is going to want some.