"If you would let me devour you, perhaps I could tell you?" Pandora said. "After all, that ought to at least yield the same results as our mistress Pandora's plans with you do. Otherwise… Otherwise, you ought to figure it out yourself, I should think."
"You're a choosy creature," Vol growled. "You offer your assistance where you please, but deny me on this."
"I am a piece of the Goddess of Chaos, why do such things surprise you?" Pandora said.
"Tsch," Vol tutted his distaste, his impatience as evident as ever. He felt the need to get stronger far more quickly, and if asked why, he wouldn't have been able to give a straight answer. It was a mere gnawing at the back of his mind, something urging him to go forward.
At first, he would have said he was impatient to kill Oliver Patrick, but lately, that feeling had grown more urgent, as if it was warning him about the arrival of something.
