Achilles walked toward the two Absolutes that were actually unraveling before him, their existences losing coherence with each passing moment.
His focus settled on the follower of THE Prisoner.
This being had looked upon the natives of this stunted reality with contempt that came from believing himself utterly superior.
And now he writhed on the crystalline floor, portions of his existence forgetting how to be complex.
Achilles knelt down to look at this unraveling being with eyes that held cold curiosity rather than mercy.
"Expectations."
His voice emerged calm.
"I've heard stories about how expectations are the root of all suffering. How anticipating outcomes that may never arrive creates nothing but disappointment and despair. How the wise learn to release expectations entirely and accept whatever circumstances emerge."
He tilted his head slightly, studying the horror spreading across the Absolute's burning features.
