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[ Guess who has already settled well into his apartment? Wilhelm has set himself up into a nice little corner, with a desk, a small phonograph playing some rather old music, and a strange, golden disc, complete with two rotating circles similar to a sextant, and a green, translucent cube made of energy. ]

What a fascinating world this is.

[ Wilhelm muses, though his face isn't quite in the camera; just the left half of his body, and the bottom part of his chin visible as he rests it in his palm. One of the circles of the Compass is rotating madly, while the other is only slowly turning. ]

The collective unconscious has become difficult to read. I find it difficult to believe that my world was destroyed, but the collective unconscious has never been this uncooperative before.

[ Despite the fact that he's been ripped out of his own world and into one entirely unfamiliar to him, he seems... calm. Perhaps even content. The truth is, he's feeling absolutely devastated right now, due to him knowing that somehow, he might have failed at his mission. Only one person here will be able to tell, though; and it's the only person here mentally connected to him that can tell his true emotions beneath the pokerface. ]

Might I ask what became of my own world? Or how it met its fate?

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I haven't found any evidence pointing one way or the other.

[Then again, Nigredo hasn't been here long enough to know; or at least entirely find out. Just like Wilhelm he seems much too calm about that.]

What... do you mean by collective unconscious?

[ Well, that's interesting. Wilhelm's expression softens a bit as he sees the young Gaignun Kukai. Either Gaignun somehow gaines Rubedo's power of eternal youth, or... ]

You mean you do not know, Nigredo?

[ Worth a shot. ]

[This is the second time someone has done that: call him by his name, people he doesn't know. It's... unnerving? To say the least. Allen had done it. It sends a strange, unsure shiver down his spine.]

[To a degree he knows what "the collective unconscious" is. But only to a degree. It hasn't been that long since the Miltian Conflict (for Nigredo); he knows that U-DO isn't an A.I. But that's the farthest from Nigredo's mind in that moment.

Instantly, if but fractionally, that calm becomes a closed off defense.]

You know my name...

I do.

[ Wilhelm's eyes narrow for a moment. He seems genuinely surprised; and if anyone knows how to tell when someone is lying, it's Wilhelm. Gaignun - or rather, Nigredo - isn't lying. It's as if he honestly doesn't know who he is. ]

And I know your future, as well.

[A liar, Nigredo is not. (Question avoidance is another story.)]

My... future? [Logic says that shouldn't be possible. But a lot of impossible things have been happening.]

I am Wilhelm. At this point in your life, you would know me only as the CEO of Vector Industries.

--what is the CEO of Vector Industries doing... [He trails off. The CEO of Vector knows... anything about him? He supposes so. Vector is kind of everywhere.

But this is... weird. Nigredo presses his lips tight for a moment.] I'm sorry, that was rude of me.

I would assume the same thing that you are doing here, Nigredo.

[ He raises his hand. ]

I am quite used to that type of reaction.

[ ... Especially when he reveals anything else about him. Such as also being the CEO of Hyams, the Patriarch of Ormus (and by extension, the puppetmaster of U-TIC), the former Chairman of the Galactic Federation Executive Committee, and... well... a cosmic entity that predates the known universe. ]

[Hey, at least Wilhelm doesn't have to go into that much detail, right?

All the same, it's... a little embarrassing-- he's usually a little more tactful.]

I'm afraid that I'm not going to be much help, Mr. Wilhelm. At least not in telling you anything you might not know. [Not that anyone knew the reasons in the first place. This whole tower is a confusing mess.] But someone I talked to gave me a file that was useful.

[If no one have given it to Wilhelm yet. Nigredo's a Helpful Hanna above all else, offering Wilhelm steady eye contact.]

A file?

[ That's news to him. ]

What kind of file?

It's a set of documents giving more detailed information about the tower.

FILE TRANSFER: FAQ.doc

I see. Thank you.

[ He... looks more interested than worried. ]

[Well, to each their own, right?

Nigredo pauses. He likely shouldn't ask. It's probably not for him to know. He's not even sure he wants to know. But that nervous curiosity gets the better of him.]

Mr. Wilhelm, may I ask a question? [Ever the polite one.]

Perhaps. But keep in mind, there are some things you are not meant to know, yet.

[ ... Yeah, that wasn't cryptic at all. ]

[ :| Dodgy, aren't you, Wilhelm?]

If you know me... could you... [How to put this?] My brothers. Would you know anything about Albedo, at least?

[Nigredo tries not to fidget, but he ends up wringing his hands a little bit. He doesn't want to ask about Rubedo. Naturally, it's a touchy subject.]

A man, Allen Ridgeley. He's from our world. I think. He said he knew Albedo...

If you are asking if he survived his encounter with U-DO, the answer is yes. Beyond that, I am afraid that I cannot share his future with you. Only that he and I worked quite closely together when you were both adults.

[ And he was... you know... brought back from the dead as a Testament. ]

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