With the way Aion was speaking, Isaac felt like he should be a little on edge here. Maybe he'd just been through enough crap back home that considering what this guy was saying was actually a bit disturbing. He was always paranoid though. Whatever this demon was saying...it just didn't sound good. The way he was describing it was easy enough to understand, but what happened to the contractor they ended up using? Did they have any idea about all of this? Did they even live through it? Somebody using their souls to utilize their own power...sounded like some science fiction shit to him. Since he just went through his own version of science fiction from his own world, this was only a little bit of a stretch.
Only a little bit before he had the sinking feeling that this clock he was working on was going to be used for. He wondered what this...organ was he was talking about that they had to use their powers with. It didn't really matter. What DID matter was that he was possibly helping to complete something that would end up killing somebody. The feeling welling up in his gut was not exactly comforting. In the end, asking about it might be the best way to just figure it all out and decide from there what to do. Just getting up and leaving because he felt strange over this seemed like kind of a bad idea.
"So what happens to this contractor then? Do they know what they're doing and...well...obvious question is obvious but...do they live?"
For the moment, he didn't question anything about not being told about the whole power limiting and what not. He wasn't sure it would matter right now. He needed to find out if he was even doing what was right. He had no idea how he'd get out of it though. There was so much shit going through his head that, for now, he was too confused and uneasy to move.
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Only a little bit before he had the sinking feeling that this clock he was working on was going to be used for. He wondered what this...organ was he was talking about that they had to use their powers with. It didn't really matter. What DID matter was that he was possibly helping to complete something that would end up killing somebody. The feeling welling up in his gut was not exactly comforting. In the end, asking about it might be the best way to just figure it all out and decide from there what to do. Just getting up and leaving because he felt strange over this seemed like kind of a bad idea.
"So what happens to this contractor then? Do they know what they're doing and...well...obvious question is obvious but...do they live?"
For the moment, he didn't question anything about not being told about the whole power limiting and what not. He wasn't sure it would matter right now. He needed to find out if he was even doing what was right. He had no idea how he'd get out of it though. There was so much shit going through his head that, for now, he was too confused and uneasy to move.