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Mergo let out a short laugh as he leaned back in his seat until it was on its hind legs. 'Fun.' Well wasn't that just cruel? "Thank you," he said, and he sounded genuine. Mergo tilted his head up and towards the window, where rays of sunlight filtered through the glass. Motes of dust danced...

"It is," Mergo mused. "And look at what all this grumbling has accomplished. I'm still alive." Distantly, he wondered if he even could die. Actually die. Would Diyem bother reincarnating someone for these last few days now that the job was done? Mergo hummed. "I found it's better to focus on...

Mergo offered a shrug. "I'm used to the life of a soldier," he said. "Waking up in the middle of my one good night's sleep to the call of battle... Just like home, you know? Orders are orders. Lives are lives." If that was the mindset he would try to instill, he'd be a hypocrite to not do the...

Mergo offered a humorless grin as he shook his head. "Now wouldn't that be crazy? Reduced to a cameo. Having the death you embraced on your own terms be made a mockery of for the sake of a greater good." What do you do when you can still speak after your last words? When the peace you've made...

Mergo hummed. A literal god didn't have many other options other than to lie. If his own power to enhance Team Spectrum would have been rendered moot, could anything else have been done? Aside from brainwashing? But, Mergo knew they wouldn't see eye to eye on that one. He'd known it for a while...

"Well, that's not entirely wrong. History shows that battles, barring the factors of one side showing overwhelming strength or incompetence, tend to come down to morale. Take care of your soldiers, treat them right, and remind them what they're fighting for. Hope is very tactically useful." The...

“Just curious,” Mergo replied off-handedly. “I hope that you’ve all been treating them well. is Maple content? Anth— ah, Truffle, is he doing well? Guardian angel, that one, whether you need one or not.” He could have found the answers to these questions himself, but that would mean seeing...

“Safety,” he said again. “Their well-being. That wasn’t supposed to be part of my…” Mergo gestured with his offhand as he searched for the right phrase. Eventually he just gave up and went with something simpler. “Part of my whole thing. I meant it literally. You're going to be saving lives...

'Something,' Mergo mouthed, tapping his finger on the table. He wondered what Dave would say that 'something' was. How absolute was it if they were willing to be flexible? He felt a pang in his chest, and for a brief moment, he looked away to where the book had just been. Mergo distantly...

Was that what Dave had gotten from that? That Mergo had insisted there was only the extremes to pick from? He should have expected that, given just how things had been going lately, but it was still frustrating. It was the same. All the same. It was like they expected him to spell everything...

“No. Instead you find someone, and you growl and whine about how they shouldn’t have lied at all. And then they’ll apologize, and you’ll all get together and sing in harmony and promise to never tell a lie again.” Mergo let out a short sigh. Three out of four had turned out this way now, and he...

“Maybe our conspirator did. Maybe they didn’t.” His fingers drummed at his forearm as the skin slowly hardened and calloused. Hints of a black haze materialized as the green on Mergo’s arms turned to a darker green, like the canopy of an ancient wood. The firmer tap they made was comforting by...

"It was a performance, yes," Mergo answered, retaining the same pose. "Someone was involved. Could've been me, could've been your handler, could've been one of your own. Their identity isn't important." Which must have been one of the least comforting things he could say in this situation, but...

Mergo blinked. Had he really just heard that right? Trust? Truly? Letting out a short sigh, Mergo raised his hands over his head in a gesture of surrender. "Fine, I'll talk. Your gaze is so fierce," he relented. "The truth is, we're allied with a second calamity that's coming in to Cibus. We're...

Mergo exhaled. This was a nice change of pace, wasn't it? For once, things were starting off like this instead of Mergo slowly working his way up to it. Lovely. "I do," Mergo answered, and his chair turned on its own so that Mergo could fully face him. "And what does it matter to you?"

"No," he answered, which wasn't a lie. "There was always work to be done. Catastrophes to avoid. Someone had to make sure that the Blacklight couldn't get the moon involved." The book closed with an invisible hand, and Mergo glanced over to the Mightyena, regarding him cordially. "Do you need...

Destiny Village: Sights You're Fated to See was an odd choice for a book to hold in the library of Destiny Village. Mergo suspected it was only there for archival purposes. It wasn't even that good of a read. Stream-of-conscious, excitable dribble that rambled on about location to location, only...