Written;

[madeofswords]

[Though it's written, Archer's words look as if they're coming straight off of a type-writer. He isn't technically writing so much as emblazoning words onto the page with his projection. It's a fair attempt on his part to remain anonymous as well as only writing this when he's deep in Muertos' woods.]

Has your baptism into this world of violence gone well?

If you know what's good for you and for everyone else in the world, drop those shards in the sea or bury them in the Earth. Trap them under rock or lock them away where you'll never reach them again.

The risk of having a psychopath with world domination on their mind getting their hands on a wish machine like that isn't worth the risk. Your lives aren't worth it--not one of them. Consider this as a serious request: save the world by sacrificing yourselves.

Comments

[written]

[madeofswords]

Humanity isn't exactly good at defending itself.

It's a form of babysitting and janitorial work at the same time.

[voice]

[rebellions]

For someone who's so worried about some imaginary threat to this world, you don't seem to like the mankind that much.

[Ragna sighs, certain that whoever he's talking to didn't really think this over.]

Whatever. If you know what's good for you, you'll ditch that stupid idea. If not, well, I can't guarantee your safety.

[written]

[madeofswords]

I'm fighting the selfishness and self-destructiveness of the world itself.

My plan isn't designed to have an intelligent goal. As for you, I would advise you operate with more caution. Openly inviting enemies is the same as putting a loaded gun to your own temple.

[voice]

[rebellions]

[... That sounds awfully familiar, and in a very bad way.]

Sooo... Do the names "world's antibody" or "Power of Order" ring any bells for ya?

[He sure hopes they don't, because he'd rather not have another mindless antibody after his head.]

Thanks for the concern and such, but I can take care of my own shit.