Oracle, Things have been....down....lately. The big gray beast of November is quickly approaching. Snow covers the ground and I'm at my wits end in depression. This city during the winter can really bring a person down. Lifeless streets, constant wars raging and the emergence of truth seems so far away for me. There's many things that I need to speak with you about. I need direction mother.
I was happy to see you again yesterday although I didn't feel as comfortable talking with Niobe there ruining your carpet with her muddy boots. I am trying my best though to save the last exile.
Systemic Anomaly
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Take a peek into the codestream and find your allies where you'd least expect them. I've got your back, so long as you don't try to put a bullet in mine.
Mother, This is a formidable threat. Someone has let the beast out of it's cage. It has no conscious for what we are trying to accomplish nor does he know what will happen when it is done.
One of their own has fallen and will return but at what cost? I want to see Seraph once again, but we must take measure against it being done for the wrong reasons. You must consult us about what will happen if Seraph is brought back from the depths.
Was it the Merovingian who unleashed him to gain back his prize who lost his wings?
Oracle, please!
W4rbl4de, I abide by the Truce and always will. I won't ruin what Neo and the Oracle have given us...even if I have to die for it.
