With that heavy topic on his mind, he didn't even have it in him to take out his anger on Despair. As who was he to judge anyone?
Like an ashy wisp from a fire that's long petered out, Ixion floated down the palace halls and back toward the throne room.
'At least I figured out what the jester did.'
Beyond just records, the jester had probably destroyed his research documents — his research papers were the only thing the deplorable man valued more than human life.
Ixion arrived just in time to watch the last of the thralls he'd sent to Despair shout:
"You are a fool, Despair."
Before the tall man was instantly expelled from the Memory Realm.
The real Despair scoffed.
"Finally."
Then his eyes glanced toward the door, where Ixion's soul was meandering about. For a moment Ixion feared that he'd underestimated Despair, but that didn't seem to be the case.
Despair turned to his memory clone, then said:
