That-his confusion only digs deeper in him. How could they serve something and not know what it wanted? How could they go about doing what they did without orders or directions or a cause? There were still vague murmurs at the corners of his mind for the shreds of the connection he'd brought with him. The Whispered One had never once made him doubt what was expected of him.

Then again, Fenix didn't seem especially doubtful as to what he was supposed to do either. Well then.

"Alright, you've made your point. You're the man with the plan...and maybe the knowledge. Frankly, I don't care what you were doing or who you were serving, as I'm sure my fellows do. I only wish to have names, particularly the ones of other avatars you might have come across."