"And I'm about to kick it down," Sebastian stated, casually slipping his single rendered hand into his coat pocket. "Unless you came down here to hand over the administrative keys voluntarily."
The glowing avatar didn't react to the threat. It just tilted its featureless head.
"The Ethereal Plane is a mechanism of efficiency," Architect Prime stated. "Conflict breeds evolution. We harvest the strong to sustain the grand architecture of the multiverse. But occasionally, a variable arises that threatens the stability of the entire grid. You are that variable, Sebastian."
Gwen's eyes widened. "It knows your real name."
"It read my file," Sebastian grunted. "Don't let it flatter you, Seattle."
