Cedric slowly stopped laughing, before sitting up and clearing his throat some.

"An alchemist?" he asked.

"You are a zombie." he told her. "A cursed undead that hungers for the flesh and brains of the living." he told her, unnervingly calm now.

"The banshee is a depressed spirit that murders others with her shrill voice." he continued, gesturing Sierra.

"We are what we are, and we are to be what we are." he continued.

"The only reason YOU are an alchemist is because you have decided to deny your true self. It is unnatural, and wrong." he said further, matter-of-factly.

"Besides, anything you try to do to me, I can reverse." he added.

"And trust me, I am aware of my own cursed existence. I do not deserve to be alive, and neither does anyone else that was 'created' by my foolhardy god-complex mother."

Got it. was all she received in response.

"Destroy?" Cedric asked Aedan.

"Perhaps." he said.

"If that is what happens, that is what happens." he told her.

"To thine own self be true. Yep the majority of the world seems to have forgotten that. And they try to be things they're not." he continued.

"Civilization is nothing more than suppression of one's own true self." he said further.

"And yes, mother had issues." he then said to Ashley. "She thought herself more than she was, and felt she could go against the cycle of life and death." he told her.

"Foolish, to use the kindest term available."

Cedric looked back to Aedan, and shook his head.

"Be condescending all you want." he told her.

"What I have set in motion cannot be stopped. Not while I live." he said.

"I had initially intended to play a more active role in setting the denizens of this planet back on the right course, but it seems that YOU all have decided that you just HAD to intervene." he muttered.

"Look, there's nothing you can do, now." he told her.

"It's only a matter of time before the Fyrane goes on a rampage." he said. "By my calculations, the deed that will start it has already been done." he shrugged.

"Is that so." Cedric replied.

"I find that hard to believe." he said.

"I made sure things were hidden well." he went on.

"I'm sure you're bluffing with that." he said further.

"Or are you saying the Triad actually saved a mage?" he asked.

"............" Cedric was silent, before growling.

"No." he said.

"Impossible." said further.

He then took out his phone, and grimaced as he answered it.

"What." he answered, clearly unimpressed.

He responded by throwing the phone onto the ground, smashing it.

"GOD. DAMN IT." he cursed.

"Damn it all to hell!" he cursed further.

"WHY does nobody see the beauty of my plans!?" he exclaimed.

"I'm just trying to get this world back on course!"

"No, you shut up with that!" Cedric snapped back.

"You're a vampire, so prey on mortals and suck their blood!" he told her.

"Banshees should kill people by shrieking at them! No matter what!" he went on.

"Zombies are mindless and eat brains!" he continued.

"Why do you all insist on acting against your real natures!? WHY!?"

"........." Jake was silent as he saw the young woman before him.

"Ah..." he stammered.

"L-listen..." he stuttered further.

"We're currently shut down for the moment." he told her. "Dealing with some issues." he went on.

"Please. You'll be allowed in soon." he then said.

"...but perhaps you need medical assistance?" he asked, noting how rough she looked.

"................................" Jake was silent as his tongue darted out.... quickly, and barely.

"Y... yes ma'am." he replied.

"Kiah has spoken of you." he went on, pressing the button.

"Cafeteria." he told her.

"But the doors should be locked." he then warned.

"............." Jake was silent, before sighing.

"Right." he said.

He then got out from behind the desk, locked the front doors, and made his way inside with her.

"This way." he told her.

"I know better than to get between an angry Fyrane and their target." he continued.

"Kiah's taught me that."