And deeper still, between darkness and fathomless fire, Speaker drifted wistfully in it's darkest embrace, he drifted out of time, out of space; in the blackest depths. He savoured the gift of his master. To feel nothing; to feel no fear pain or despair, only the beautiful and sorrowful contentedness of nothing. He awoke to the yawning eyes of his master in the dark fire of the world's heart. millions, and more... horrific nightmares of morphologically grotesque chaos... as Speaker communed with it his mind was shattered once again, and the Deep whispered to him. His hissing words, were measured in return. The Deep squeezed him, gripped his heart with cords of steely ice, and demanded to know. But he was quiet. It pulled the memories from him slowly, carefully. It was pleased When it pressed him to see the Hallow, he offered, and it raged. 'fascinating; you've never shied from my touch before' He paid it no mind and retracted his offer, it regarded him with careful hungry anticipation. Speaker knew it could kill him, rip him to tiny shreds piece by piece until he was nothing but molecular dust drifting in the dark heart of the world. would it destroy him now? Opening a rift, he left his master, before he could find out.