Cheth: I have to say, Phaedra… You are so similar to your dearly-departed dad.
Cheth whirls around and pulls a soul with vacant eyes and a tricorn hat from the crowd at her back. It’s a gesture much like pulling a dress on a hanger from a closet full.
Cheth: Neither of you knew when to stop running your mouths.
Cheth’s good mood is decidedly restored, but Phaedra’s is crashing fast.
Cheth: Oh… did you not know..? He challenged me too. And he almost won.
She holds out the empty soul, hanging limp in her hands, the ocean swims with red behind her.
Cheth: His struggle to return to life was inspiring… Even after he lost, he kept cursing my name until the end… when his fiery eyes faded to dead white.
Cheth presses her face up against that of Pharos Philemon and caresses it, winking at Phaedra. Red veins run across his face and into his eyes.
Cheth: And look at him now! The leftover husk of a soul -- an echo of his feisty former self. Beautifully empty and blank. I’m positively crushed that I won’t be adding your own dead-eyed ghost to my collection, little princess…
Cheth holds the soul’s face in both hands. She’s making a big show of this as she opens her mouth, full of too-sharp teeth, and red energy flows into Phaedra’s father’s body. He speaks now as Cheth fully inhabits his form.
Cheth: But as for the mighty Pharos… And as for so many countless billions before hi
