The Interloper had spotted the maker, had figured out the clever ruse and was now aware of where the Maker’s heart was. It was not something that we could not allow, that I could not allow, it is a failure of me as the Maker’s first and the guardian of his heart. Yet no matter how much I want to hurt, to kill this interloper for knowing, the maker holds me back, keeps me calm. It is through this I can see how the maker sees things, that it was only a matter of time, that he doesn’t blame me. It hurts all the same, that despite all of the power the maker has granted me, the name I have been given, I cannot protect the maker properly. Every instinct I have in my body, born from my bond with the maker, urges me to fight yet the maker himself does not wish me to. So now I watch the interloper, watching her and how she might cause a slight to the maker that I can finally be allowed to remove her.

  “That’s your core?” She barely speaks above a whisper and I can feel a prod at my mind from the maker. I am conflicted between weather to follow the maker’s wishes and my own wishes. “it feels...so strange compared to what I have seen before.”

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  That got my attention enough to cause my anger to simmer down, and I began approaching, though I still had the wish to remove the interloper’s hand. She herself seemed rather confused aswell, all things considered, like she was in her own little world after everything. Though her attention was brought to me as I slowly made my way towards her, she also seemed to snap out of that revery rather quickly as I approached aswell.

  “Oh-oh no, I’m so sorry, that was wrong, I should have thought that over more.” The way she looked at me and how the maker was feeding me some understanding made me aware of how sincere she was being. It was certainly something that brought me down from my anger, if slowly and I could feel the maker wasn’t trying to force me to feel anything. All I did know is that I still wanted to drive the interloper out of this sacred place, but for now, I just had to watch over her and contain my wrath.

  Then I could feel a strange thought moving through the maker’s mind

  and I couldn’t help but fear the chaos that could come

  and if I had blood it would drain from me.