"I must give credit where it is due. The outcome with my little. . . experiment had ended quicker than anticipated."
The Founder tipped his wide-brimmed fedora and chuckled, "Well. I suppose it's because you had a little help."
Gear manifested a large cannon around his arm and pointed it directly at the Founder, "You. I've never sensed the World so desperate to rid of someone."
"Shouldn't you all be aware of who I am? My old acquaintance Jarvis here knows who I am."
"The Founder, the Heretic, the creator and origin of Heresy.", Jarvis made the introduction with a cautious tone.
"There you have it."
"The Founder. . . You're the one who put Heresy that got Lemon killed!"
"Village? I'm afraid that's simply not enough information for me to go off of."
If it wasn't for this guy then Harold wouldn't have delved into Heresy. That village would've been alive! Lemon would've still been there!
"Gear. . .", Lemon's voice ached upon sensing his rising anger.
