[It's taken Dark Pit a while to find the network, and even longer to give enough of a damn to put something up.]

[It's not exactly a priority in anachronistic Greco-Romanland okay.]

most people are born with names right

what about people who aren't

how do they get names

or at least ones that don't suck

and if you weren't born with a name or a purpose and you found your own but you can't do it here

what the hell are you supposed to do

[He'll find something... but it's been gnawing at him lately.]

[ There's no chess motif in this video. No fancy metaphors, no elaborate symbolism. Just Wilhelm staring into the Compass, as if in a trance. It seems almost as if the terminal nearest to his makeshift office turned on without him realizing it, until he begins speaking. ]

It's almost time.

[ How long was it for him? Years? Centuries? A millennium? It doesn't matter. To someone who is possibly billions of years old and existed in previous cycles of his own universe, it might as well have been a week. Being that old, and being a cosmic entity, gives him a very odd perception of time compared to humans. He's completely indifferent to this event, even though it did affect on him. ]

I know you can see what I refer to, Yeshua. And I know that you can feel it as well.

[ That affect, of course... was him sensing Animus beginning to awaken. Though whether it actually was, or if it was just a sensation he's feeling due to the event itself, remains to be seen. ]

I was unaware that is possible in this world, but it was a hypothesis I was willing to test. Perhaps now, Tohko, Shion, Allen, and 'Wretched Egg,' your question can be answered.

[ He pauses slightly when he says 'Wretched Egg.' He's still unsure why she insists on being called that, but c'est la vie. ]