A Scripta

He lies to me. TO ME.

Some humans are able to push out their Kheldian.

I know that.

Some are able to use their Kheldian powers without their Kheldians knowing.

Yes, I know that.

You trusted him with all that you knew.

I always trust my hosts. It is only fair. They trust me with their lives.

Lodestar, you are a trusted Kheldian because you never have asserted your authority over your host unless it was in danger, and then you always returned control. This is what all Kheldians aspire to, your ways of change and neutrality. Are you saying that this host is different?

This host is familiar with a rogue Peacebringer’s ways. He knows all the ways around my bindings.

Attempt another method.

He sees me try.

Do you have something else in mind?

I do. It may mean the destruction Nathan’s soul.

What if it’s the destruction of your body as well?

So be it.

Even if you’re not finished working with your human friends?

… I must finish my work.

Then put the plan in place, Lodestar, and when the time comes…

Two hours later, Lodestar stood in front of a decrepit building on the far northeast end of Independence Port, and knocked on the door for the second time that week. The door opened on its own volition and he stepped inside –

As a ghost flew forward and tore his eyes out.