And to this, Diyem's pause was a long and tense. Despite the fact that he was not there, in front of Cabot, there was this vague sensation that he was always there, perhaps simply because he was channeling power into them all as they spoke. A vision, a hallucination, or perhaps merely a small, sixth sense, made it as if Diyem was standing right beside Cabot, staring at the faraway horizon.
You are right, Diyem said slowly. I do not trust Maple. But perhaps that is hypocritical of me, seeing as I, too, am twisting the truth and lying for my own sake. Perhaps we have more in common than I would like to admit. But just as I am sure she has her reasons, I have mine. Had I told you everything about myself, and then requested you all be sent to a world to save it... You would not have agreed. None of you would. Therefore, I had to lie, for the sake of saving countless others, as you already have been.
Diyem paced in his room again, looking toward the portal that he used to oversee them, and then at his tail, whose tail was emitting a flame of charcoal-black embers.
I am not a Voice of Life, Cabot. Quite the opposite, in fact. I intended to keep this hidden for as long as I could, as it wold have potentially no been relevant to your mission But with this Radiance, and with these new developments that... frankly I did not anticipate... suddenly, it has. And suddenly, you must know. Cabot.... I am...
His voice suddenly changed. And despite the fact that he hesitated there, those last few words were more relaxed, less strained. Had he been speaking in a false voice all this time, like a whisper, a higher pitch? The disguise of a mortal's flesh and blood? Well, that much was probably always true, and yet...
I am Dark Matter.
