. . . [The Chaos Emerald that was left with him. The little bit of trust the other was willing to give him, now being given back. Or maybe he was just seeing something that was never there to begin with. The emerald reappears in his hands. He doesn't need it, something in his mind tells him. Staring at it for a moment, power still weak. Sparks come from his hands as he imbues it with some chaos energy before passing it to his other without incident.
His expression is nondescript. Someone lost in their thoughts, thinking.] Aren't you going to finish the job? [Why haven't they done anything now that they know Doom's blood runs through him? It's unlike them, considering what happened before at the mere hint of the Black Arms.]
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His expression is nondescript. Someone lost in their thoughts, thinking.] Aren't you going to finish the job? [Why haven't they done anything now that they know Doom's blood runs through him? It's unlike them, considering what happened before at the mere hint of the Black Arms.]