The laboratory which served as his destination was much like any other, but its centrepiece was another matter entirely - was it the source of the strangeness that had called him? Not quite, alone it lacked purpose, identity, consciousness... but then it was not meant to operate alone.
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That and more. A healthy respect for time comes to mind.>
An innocuous enough comment, unless of course the other party knew of Vereshin's meddlings with space and time alike.
Meddlings which had made certain facts and realities pertaining to his former master... somewhat fluid.
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Your receptacle seems a bit, ah, frayed at the edges.> Head remoulding itself into the perfectly symmetrical human form he usually favoured, the Sith Lord stepped closer, eying the decaying body - the presence's original body, if he was not mistaken - with some interest. <
I hope you haven't grown sentimental in your isolation, Tsisaar. That's never a good look for one seeking to push at the boundaries of possibility.>
He himself had meddled with his body to the point where nothing of significance remained of the human he had once been - save his mind, of course. He would never purposefully compromise the integrity of his own thoughts, his own feelings, his own
identity.