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An eerie green glow is coming out from under the door of Wilhelm's room. Upon opening the door, you will find him calmly seated at his desk, a half-full glass of wine at his side, soft music coming from a nearby, old-fashioned phonograph, and a strange, golden disc, over two rotating circles and a green, translucent cube of energy. Wilhelm stares into this cube, his chin resting in his palm, his eyes never blinking as if he were in a trance.

"I was wondering when you would come," he finally says, his voice totally monotonous. Red, albino eyes finally blink, as Wilhelm turns to face you, and motions to the chair directly across from his desk.

The music begins to pick up just a tiny bit, as Wilhelm reaches for the glass of wine, taking a sip. "The collective unconscious of this world fascinates me," he comments, setting the glass back down. "There is so much chaos, strife, and despair. A dystopian universe the likes of which Lovecraft would have found terrifying. It is a perfect representation of humanity's darkest fears."

Glancing back at the Compass for a moment, Wilhelm blinks, and then looks back at his guest. "I cannot see into many of the locations within the tower. The movements of the collective unconscious are also far too erratic for me to properly predict the future. I am not worried, however; I find the added challenge to be interesting."

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[Her smirk fades, going into a dissatisfied look, eyes narrowing. She still wants blood, every time.]

I don't care. I love the blood, the sight of brains on the floor, bone everywhere. Not some fucking light show. But your pain does please me.

My body is not the same as yours. You will not get what you want.

Then I have no need to come out again, not unless you hurt Shiro. [A snarl.]

Now, why would I want to hurt her? Or you, for that matter?

[ Wilhelm's entire head starts glowing, and a few seconds later, his entire head has reformed, completely healed, as if nothing had even happened. ]

My interest in both of you is not of the same nature as that of Sorae Igurashi, or of your 'director.'

[ As he says this, he casually reaches for his glass of wine, and casually finishes it, despite the fact that a few seconds ago, half of his head is missing. ]

Have you truly not figured out why I continue to speak with you?

All of you want to study us. You just fuck us up. Or you want to fight us. Or destroy us.

[A growl.]

All at the same time?

[ He looks legitimately disappointed. She really doesn't know, does she? ]

If I recall, it is you who is violent towards me. I had thought I was perfectly polite to you. Both of you.

I have no reason to believe you won't just snap one day.

[ Oh, that amused him. ]

Truly? You are not projecting, are you?

None. They always bribe Shiro to get to me. To get to both of us. She's too easy.

You forget that I want both of you. You and Shiro.

I have no reason to believe you.

You have plenty reason, at this point. You simply choose not to.

LIAR! [Slamming her hand into the desk, likely breaking both the hand and the desk.]

[ The Compass of Order and Chaos shudders a bit at the impact, but Wilhelm isn't even remotely impressed. He blinks at her outburst, noticing her suddenly deformed hand. Of course, he knows all about her healing factor, so he isn't worried. ]

Liar? Have I not shown kindness to both of you?

[ Wilhelm leans forward a bit, dangerously close to her. ]

You - both of you - are essential to my plans. That is why I will not harm you.

[She swings at him with her other hand, her broken hand starting to make sickening noises as it fixes itself.]

I know there are some sick fucked up people out there. And who says you aren't one of them? Whatever you do, you just need us for that one purpose, and you'll leave Shiro alone. And I will break [Grabbing his neck with her hands, both fixed.]

This pretty little neck.

[ Her other hand would simply collide with an invisible barrier of polarized gravity; it wouldn't hit anything solid, but the moment her hand passes through the barrier, it would meat an insane amount of resistance, slowing it down until it was practically frozen in place. ]

That is a very strange conclusion to reach, my dear egg. And why would you believe it is only one purpose?

[ However, the barrier falls just as she reaches for his neck. He makes no attempt to stop her, and allows her to strangle him; although, despite the pressure on his neck, he can still speak perfectly unobstructed. And she might even notice he's not breathing. At all. No air is even leaving his lungs as he speaks. ]

I believe you have already tried to do so before.

The point is--[squeezing tightly. Even if it won't kill him, it'll get rid of that tension.]

You'll use us and throw us away.

[ Even with that would normally be considered a trachea on a normal human being clamped down, the point of light pouring out in finger-shaped holes caused by her, he is still perfectly capable of speaking. He's barely even flinching. ]

Throw you away?

[ He then does something very brave, or very foolish. A hand comes up to her cheek. ]

I could never do that. Not to you.

[The second the hand touches her, she turns her face to bite it, and then throw him against a wall, breathing heavy.]

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP! [Someone's pissed.]

[ The hand doesn't even flinch as her teeth make contact with it; the skin breaks. But she'd likely taste something very strange. ]

You still deny it.

[ He allows her to push him backwards, but he doesn't go nearly as far as she likely hoped. ]

I HAVE EVERY RIGHT! [Spitting and pinning him against the wall.]

I want you dead.

Is that so?

[ He makes no attempt to resist her. ]

You and so many others.

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