"What do you mean?" Joaquim asked Ameen. "You sound... unhinged."

  The more time the fourteen-year-olds spent together in the white room within these strange ruins, the less like a teenager Ameen seemed to be. Gone was the young and awkward movement from growing limbs in both the way he stood and in the way he sauntered mid-monologue. His arms and legs that were now pacing might as well have been the limbs Ameen always had had, currently has, and will always have. He eventually smiled coldly. "Why do you say that... don't you think I have talked enough?"

  "It's like... it's like," Joaquim stuttered. "...you dropped the act."

  "Of course I have," Ameen affirmed. "I believe I figured out who you are too."

  "What do you mean?" Joaquim asked.

  "I guess we are asking each other the same question," Ameen said with a faded chuckle. "We are supposed to work together now. It's prophecy."

  "...what?" Joaquim asked.

  "You never were an actor, or even a troll," Ameen replied.

  "I am not trolling."

  The two boys were responding to each other so consecutively that the consequent silence had quite the presence.

  "...for some strange reason I do believe you don't remember who you are Jesus," Ameen said.

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  Alas this larger form Spiderland had shifted into had become unstable. Being mid-rescue, injured, and midbattle, the paradoxical and mortal urges to levitate in place and flee came to surface too. Vis nervous system was a computational and bioengineering marvel, but even then the artefacts of a reptilian brain and a limbic system came into mental prominence. Spiderland's four-dimensional mind made it unreliable to assess the age of the physical conduit through methods of feeling through the body until this very moment. This eldritch body was a young one.

  "Get it together!" Yaw yelled without turning around. The immeasurable portion of his staff that had descended from the heavens flickered out of existence, its default size weaving through the martial and nimble arms of the robed monkey king.

  Spiderland did not not anticipate this next attack from the supersoldier duo, but there was no need to. When a swift blur went through the smooth helmet made of tooth, the helmet became a blur too. A little chunk of white remained untransparent while the whites below formed the gray silhouette of a netrunning trench coat. The abandoned form became something like a haunted monitor for Spiderland's more humanoid form to step out of, mystical smoke following ver like a medieval cloak.

  Liesar, for one reason or another, still observed Yaw artfully swinging his staff to a forward battle stance while in midair. Upon Spiderland becoming more solid again ve caught in the corner of vis eye where the supersoldiers were and they were not preparing another attack. The one tasked with being thrown for assaults had pointed his open palms earthwards to manifest platforms of smoke quartz for both of them to hop on. They eventually hopped to the one levitating abreast Liesar, all three of them in a standoff against Spiderland and Yaw.

  Along with this humanoid form came two large hand summons made of metal, Spiderland standing on one while Yaw landed in the other.

  Liesar pointed at Spiderland.

  "Thank you for making this easier!" Liesar yelled past the atmospheric winds and surrounding explosions. "Stand perfectly still please. You will be the conduit for us to summon the existing one once again!"