[Keybearers are nothing new to Ansem. They are hardly common, true, but he knows very well what the weapons of light are capable of, just as he knows that in the end they will always come to him. This one is truly no different, for all that Ansem has little idea of what has driven this particular bearer so deep into the darkness.
But he too is drawn to that light, like the others of his kind. Enough to see what this bearer is made of, and his voice speak from out of the darkness.]
Sorry for being so late, here
But he too is drawn to that light, like the others of his kind. Enough to see what this bearer is made of, and his voice speak from out of the darkness.]
Chasing after shadows, I see.