Descartes did not break his concentration on the two flickering figures. He kept his hands raised, his unfathomable eyes fixed on the immediate space before him.
"I...used to be a caretaker of a Lineage of Provenance Lifeforms," Descartes replied.
"I saw firsthand how Those Who Remain could be when such beings ever sent a wisp of their aura down into the lower realities. It is a crushing, absolute weight."
The old philosopher lowered his hands slightly as the flickering of the two students finally stabilized.
"I know how impossible a rebellion is. I was only a caretaker. But the lowliest things always stand the chance of being the strongest. Erwin here was only a peasant, and look at him now. He drew me the most as his master was also proficient in paradox. Under my guidance, I actually plan to have them become extremely sharp swords of paradox. We will use them to cut across much of what is coming with me."
...!
Noah looked at Descartes silently. He gauged the words.
