Re: Part 61a - Aftermath - the Blue Rose
"They fare well, Chance..." he answered that question through both the contact with Cyan, as well as the bridging. Moments later, he severed himself from the bridging, focusing on Cyan alone.
"Things proceed apace, Cyan. Another Cube has been found," he began, and described to her their most recent discoveries and occurences. He couldn't help it, and he knew he shouldn't have been surprised by it, but the sheer size of that cube had staggered him.
Then he absorbed her statement. Harbonah's stronghold. Sneaking within its boudaries. There was momentary alarm at this fact, one he deliberately channeled through his contact with Cyan.
"I humbly request a haiatus on that particular journey, my dear." Aaron sounded both concerned and agitated. It was his mind's way of processing everything about such an action, possiblities, plans, focusing each and everything he could about that inevitable undertaking into a dense core of action. "Amber has been the destination for a few of us, and I would definetly prefer to be at your side when you infiltrate Harbonah's demense."
His jaw was set, as he rolled Amber over, revealing Harbonah's hell in his mind's eye as its opposite.
"I need to take care of one final, personal thing. An ending. It will not take me long, but I must reach Amber to do it."
"One way or another, Cyan, I will be with you when you enter his sanctuary."
He said that last aloud, then reconstituted himself into the bridging, along wtih his Trump, sharing Cyan's eventual plans with the rest of the group.
"Those of us who wish to, should proceed to Amber," he said within the bridging and through his contact with Cyan. "Our destination after that, has apparently been set. I agree with it. It is action when we need action, and we need to act as soon as possible."