"......" Hal was silent for a moment, hearing the choices he was given.

"...Syraene, I am not one to sentence judgement, or kill someone so suddenly." he told her.

"Last time I did that, it was warranted, but I almost lost the Unit because of it." he said.

"That being said, I have no control over what YOU do, as you are not employed by me as a full-time employee." he went on.

"What you do to settle whatever beefs you have is YOUR business."

Hal just sighed.

"I have no idea." he said.

"Surely he'd know where Vanessa IS, but he's been unwilling to speak with anyone, and any efforts to coerce the information out of him have proven less than successful." he went on.

"So, frankly, he does have info we need, but it seems to be locked tight." he lamented.

"If he dies, then I get the feeling we haven't lost much."

"....then, as I said, I have no jurisdiction over what you do." Hal replied.

"You outrank me in every way." he said.

"I cannot stop you from doing anything you want to." he finished.

"...just don't tell me exactly what you will be doing." he then said.

"The more ignorance I can plead, the better."

When she emerged on the other side of the door, she saw blackness.

Sheer and utter blackness.

However, after an unknowable amount of time later, she suddenly found herself surrounded by clock faces, swirling around her, getting faster and faster... until they suddenly disappeared, revealing Chronos laying down on a sofa.

".......yes?" he asked, looking at her.

Chronos looked at her in silence, before sighing.

"....fine." he said, sitting up.

"If you want it gone, it'll be gone." he told her.

"I assume you mean NOW?" he then asked, standing up fully.

"And judging from all you've said, you don't care about how I do it." he went on.

"Never heard you have such venom in your tone before." he then admitted.

"I need to be there." Chronos replied.

"...actually, that's technically not true." he then said.

"I CAN do it from here, but I can't get ALL of it." he told her.

"If I do it from here, the chances of some remaining are absolute. If you want it ALL gone from him, I need to see him face to face to do it." he explained.

"So. If you insist upon this, then you need to get me there."

Chronos was silent, and took her hand with his.

"Right." he said.

"Do you want to go through the proper channels to get to him?" he asked.

"If not, just channel my mana, and go directly to him." he told her.

"So choose, and we'll do it." he said, as Syraene felt the mana from him channel into her. And she knew this would bypass Unit security.

And she could also sense Chris's EXACT location, because of Chronos's mana.

Chris was silent for a moment... before immediately going into a panicked defensive stance.

"AH!" he exclaimed.

"What the hell!?" he said.

"What are YOU doing here!?" he asked Syraene, before looking at Chronos.

"...wait..." he muttered.

"Wait, what...?" he started to ask, before his pupils shrank.

"Oh, no... no, no, no, no, no..." he repeated, trying to back away from them.

"HEY! HELP!" Chris yelled out.

"SOMEONE HELP! I'M BEING ATTACKED! HELP!" he called out further.

"It's no use." Chronos replied. "I've created a bubble of dilated time around us. Your sound waves have slowed down to a mere crawl, and by the time I've filtered them, they'll be nothing more than silence." he went on.

"No! Please!" Chris begged.

"I've just regained my individuality! I'm becoming my own person!" he said.

"You'd cut me down just as it begins!?"

Just as Chris and Syraene's eyes met, he immediately felt the fear. Immense, true, and unmitigated fear. The fear of death, the fear of a dark elf, the fear of a woman scorned.

And just as that fear reached its peak, Chronos was behind him, and smacked him upside the head. The big change, however, was that on the followthrough, light blue mana streaked out from Chris's head, attached to Chronos's hand. And he continued the followthrough, before it seemed like there was a small tug at the end.

The mana was trying to hold onto the one it'd been born into.

Chronos, however, gave it a sharp snap, and it was completely severed.

"......" Chris was now silent, his eyes fading, before he collapsed to the floor in a limp heap.