"Are you also not curious, Machina? Curious…
…of whether or not your conclusion will be written by me?"
[I would say that is a threat, but nothing really threatens my existence, Riley Ross.]
"It is not a threat, Machina. For to turn Creation into nothing, those who created it must also turn into nothing."
[Well then…
…shall we see if you are worthy to take over us?"
There was nothing but a cracking darkness in this universe that was not meant to be. Any color it had, it came from Riley and Machina, more on the latter. Very soon, however, Machina's cosmic form disappeared, instantly replaced by a small silhouette even smaller than Riley.
The silver which previously encapsulated its entire body, now just illuminating from its long silver hair. Its face now carries a tone that is alive; slightly pale, but not paler than Riley's. His face, however, did not really offer any distinct feature — average, entirely so.
