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So it seems the coeurl is out of the bag.

[For those of you that haven't seen Cor since he escaped the Temple Priests care he's looking... well... quite a bit less haggard. As a matter of fact he looks better than he has in months. No less worried or stern but the harsh weathering has faded from his skin making the light smattering of freckles clearer, his hair is a little darker, the lines in his face a little lighter.

As a matter of fact he looks more like a man in his early 40s, not one teetering ever closer to 50.]

There's likely a whole mess of time paradox concerns but as we have more and more people from Eos arriving it is becoming harder and harder to keep track of who knows what. Anyone that has any input on how to handle these potential paradoxes I'd appreciate it.

[He sighs, lifting a mug of coffee to his lips, and offering the tablet a resigned shrug.]

Of those here... I believe I have the most complete picture of the future. It was August ME 758 last I knew. If you'd like to know what your future holds rather than tripping into it. Come see me.

[He reaches out to kill the feed, hesitating for just a moment.]

Mmm, Ardyn, I've a favor to ask when you have a moment, as well.

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I've heard your logs, I've read your journals. You can say whatever you like but your experiments have never been about the people. It's been about amassing power and finding a way to ensure your genius lives on forever.

[Cor shakes his head, frowning but not angry exactly. Just disgusted.]

Prompto brought back a number of your tapes... if a sense of self is the source of these snags, why not inject infants with the plasmodia instead? I believe it was? Not even 723 yet. By the time I infiltrated your facility things were so far gone... saving Prompto was hardly even a hiccup in your plans.

[How strange it was, to be accused of things he hadn't done nor had he ever planned on doing. It made him wonder what parts were true and what was happening in Niflheim at the time. He found it distasteful and outright wanted to reject it.

On the other hand, he had heard some concerning things previously. He wanted to change what would happen, but he couldn't do that if he didn't have a clearer picture of things. He needed to understand the timeline of events if he was going to create a new plan of action.

He frowned at Cor, but decided if they were to get through this he would need to hold his tongue, displeased as his expression was. Instead, he took notes, copied the sentence, and replied simply.]

And then?

[Cor just scowled at Verstael for a moment, doubted the wisdom of this offer all over again. His jaw clenched and he forced himself to let out a slow breath, trying to check his outrage.

After a long moment he stood up, shaking his head.]

Just... give me a moment.

[He couldn't stay in this room and look at Verstael any longer. He needed to expel some of that anger and frustration. Whatever response Verstael might give Cor doesn't listen. He simply marches out of the room, out into the chill autumn air so he can keep his head, keep his emotions in check. Abruptly he wishes Duncan were around, the man never went anywhere without a pack of cigarettes and though he didn't indulge often Cor could certainly use one about now.

The thrill of magic coursing through him would have to do in the meantime.

Assuming Verstael actually gives him time to come down from his anger he'll return to the door not more than five minutes later, cheeks reddened by the cold air but infinitely calmer.]

[Verstael stayed put, certainly and quietly judging Cor in his mind. Of course this was why he'd adopted a method of handling things. He needed to stay focused on the goal. Soldiers got too emotional and lost control of themselves.

When Cor came back he would have eyes on him. Not nearly as upset as a bit ago himself. Rather, he had taken the time to collect his thoughts, and with his chin held high his gaze was fixed on Cor.

He didn't say a thing. Let Cor sit himself back down and get on with it.]

[Cor barely looked at Verstael as he came back into the room, gaze downcast and unsettlingly empty after all the anger from before. This was not the man he knew so far in the future. More than that he knew better than to expect any kind of acknowledgment of his wrong doings. Asking the young man before him to be outraged or incredulous over his own actions as little as one year down the line was beyond his capabilities.

He'd known that when he came here.

But Regis saw fit to spend time with him so he had hoped that maybe, just maybe, there was some small sliver of humanity left inside him that would actually care about anyone but himself. It was foolishness.]

2-24 M.E. 725, Niflheim's army invaded the outer regions of Lucis, bolstered by your Magitek Troopers -MTs-. Regis and his personal Kingsglaive went out to meet the Imperial threat and make their way to Cape Caem to depart for Altissia. The plan had been to attempt to reestablish the Lucian-Accordo Alliance.

We barely made it to Altissia when we were instructed to return to the Crown City. His Majesty had to accept defeat. On 4-1 King Mors withdrew the wall back to the Insomnian ramparts. Leide, Cleigne, and Duscae were at the mercy of the Empire at that point.

Keycatrich was destroyed, presumably as a show of power.

[And now that he's let himself calm down, distanced himself from all of it, convinced himself that he may as well be speaking to a nothing more than a voice recorder for all of the response he will get... His voice is dull, tired and weary and as empty as his eyes. It's nothing more than a tactical report.]

[A tactical report Verstael could deal with. He needed to record everything so he could scour over it and find the errors. Trying to discuss morals over every action that happened for the coming decades would run them around in circles.

He took notes, focus on his papers, before swiveling a hand without even looking up to indicate for Cor to continue. They had quite a large amount of time to cover.]

[Once he settles into that mental space where there is no room for man or morality, simply the Marshal and all the decades of knowledge he has to convey, it comes easier. More precise, more objective. There's a surprising number of quotations he can offer from Verstael's own notes, as well as newspaper clippings, documents he was able to steal from the Empire during his time there.

It will take them hours to go over it all, over 30 years of war and disease and the increasing madness from Verstael and Iedolas alike. Even talking about the insanity of some of Iedolas' late game plans Cor was carefully neutral. He had no more opinion than a sword to say who was right or wrong. Merely a tool, this time for information rather than physical ability.]

You may wish to speak to Prompto as well, he may have some photographic evidence to support some of this. He showed me a number of photos before the Night fell.

I may speak with Scientia.

[He found the man more reliable than Prompto in general. And seemed to have a better head on his shoulders.]

I've already plans to copy the boy's photographs, and I will need to get a copy of my records.

[He took notes, made a timeline, and he could study it closer later. He needed more. More information to sort through so that he could determine better what was true and false and what happened in his lab.

The best person to trust was himself. If he could get his own records, then he could truly see what happened and why.]

[He frowns slightly, discouraged by not just the callous disregard for the destruction of both of their homes but just how many of those he considers family Verstael seems to be acquainted with.]

You began using audio recordings eventually. They may be a bit trickier to get a hold of.

[A copy of his records. Because of course every Lucian, regardless of their point in time, all orchestrated some bizarre and elaborate lie to feed to him.]

Did it ever occur to you that none of us care enough about you to make up extravagant lies?

[It's not accusatory, more... tired. Jaded in a way he doesn't let himself appear in front of most others. But this is Besithia. He has absolutely no reason to uphold any kind of facade for him.]

Am I to believe that Lucis knows the inner workings of the Empire and has no biases regarding us?

There's only one among even our people who knew of... most of my work. And he does not currently have memory of such things. No, if I'm to truly understand everything that happened, it would be best to look at my own notes.

[It would be hard to formulate a plan of action without them. He'd have to guess at the underlying causes. He didn't really care about impressing Cor - especially not with displays of emotion. He was about results, and right now he needed to figure out what happened within the Empire so he could fix it.]

No... but you certainly seem to think we've gone through a lot of effort to make up something outlandish to lie to you about.

[Cor shakes his head, dismissive.]

So much for the law of parsimony. [He finally leans back in his chair, watching Verstael as though he might finally give up some small clue to where his madness comes from.] Do you have any other questions?

I don't see it taking much effort.

[Seemingly done with his notes, he clipped the pen against the board and held it loosely.]

Beyond that, there is also the case that one does not need to lie in order to tell something that is untrue. And there are details no one else but I would know.

I have a start here. I will need to find more if I am to make changes. [There was a lengthy pause. This had been difficult with Regis, but somehow even more so somehow with Cor.] ...You have my thanks.

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