"Not exactly fair."
"I understand it is not," added Grostian, "-such is the way the cookie crumbles."
"I see the Great God knows the other worlds, yes?"
"I do, I'm a traveler by heart. What say you, Igna, where do you fit in the story, what are you made of? I know of my son, but what about you, you're not exactly him, are you?"
A cigarette puffed into reality, he leaned and lit using void's flame, "-I'm the current incarnation of Alfred. We share the past, the present, and the future. As is seen, I have solidified what my other selves have built. Alfred's presence is gone, I don't feel him," he touched his chest, "-did he find salvation, was he freed?"
"I wouldn't know," added the Great God, "-I can say this, I'm free, and for that, I am grateful, very grateful. In fact, I want you to have the powers that brought me much of my invincibility and strength. Do you, Igna Haggard, accept my offer?"
