[Zelda's comment goes completely ignored. Oscar is fine, he's sure. A vessel of shadows belongs with the shadows, not with some goddess who burns with a painful light. He's doing them both a favour. Traitor or not, the void will welcome him with open arms.

Yes. It would be better for all of them to give in to the void.

The thought starts to seep into his mind... though first he has to finish what he came here to do. He needs to reach those other worlds, to pull in his friends (Jakob, and... what was his name again...?) and share this wonderful emptiness with them. So for now he brushes the thought aside, scoffing at his shinki's nonsensical words.]

You don't know anything about me. What makes you think this isn't what I want? [Of course it's what he wants. His heart is empty, it'd be different if he cared, wouldn't it?]

You're not my friend. You're just a tool. All of you are.

[The darkness shudders again, more power being poured into the orb. The whole core starts the quake like it's ready to shatter, pushed to its absolute limits by Add's command. The gravity is becoming painfully intense—even Zelda will find now that a small hand of darkness grips her in place, hanging onto whatever spot it can touch in her weakened state.

It's getting close to completion. Just a little bit more...]