A part of 00 felt like he was deceiving them, really.

He could see the subtleties in the way the party spoke, the small intricacies in their implications. That he had been under some sort of spell, brainwashed into his devotion to Trisphar. That their union was doomed. The poor underling to the great might of the Blue Drake, to be his and only his.

But the truth of the matter was, that was what he wanted. Even more, he wanted to devour Trisphar. The absence of love in his life had created an excess of hunger, which was the closest to affection he could bare to grasp.

He wanted to consume him wholly, to live in his skin and know what it was like to breathe his air, to see through his eyes, to feel the world as he did.

In that, he desired to be devoured, in some cosmic way. Held. Coveted. Cherished. Kept. In the grand honesty of it all, he wanted Trisphar to give it all up. To have him solely to himself. Squirrelled away to the confines of some faraway forest where the Blue Orders agents could never find the two. There would be no distractions, no charming faces or silver tongues more dashing than his own to distract Trisphar from his grand purpose. And nothing to distract 00 from his favorite past time - worship..

He’d dreamt of it a thousand times. Hunting to provide the two their daily sustenance while his prize was locked safely away. Lost within the throes of a clever book, or perhaps writing his own prose. He knew Trisphar would most likely want to travel sporadically to let his charms earn the attention he so enjoyed, and he did not mind this. Relationships were about compromise, after all. In their moments of privacy, they could speak for endless hours about the state of the world, the meaning of life, the merits of morality. Or more accurately, he would listen to Trisphar’s beautiful voice weave amongst the trees and crisp winter air. It would be a perfect life.

He didn’t mind a great deal if Trisphar viewed him as a prize. Afterall, 00 had spent a great deal of their life as an object. Personhood was a recent concept introduced by the drake himself, and as such came second to mind. He was fighting nature, afterall - and not fighting it very well.

He had made four decisions ever as a person, and all had ended in abject disaster.

The first had been the decision to travel to the Northlands, in some misguided childish idealism to find ‘an origin.’

The second had been to kill Willow.

The third had been to bring Willow back.

The fourth had been to leave the Blue Order.
Disappointment was the most mild of the consequences, others ranging from ‘horrific’ to ‘deadly.’

It had been so much easier to follow Mirari’s lead. He desired the same pesky uninformed wants as Trisphar, regarding wants and ambitions. All he wanted was to make MirariTrisphar happy. He was willing to acquiesce to their naive ideals until they bored of the concept, and allowed him to return to his worship properly.

Trailing at the small mans heels, he couldn’t help but wonder if Trisphar would be jealous if he ever saw such a thing. If even now, he cared.

They were no fool. From observation, they knew their relationship with Trisphar was strange. It had always been strange, and was something to initially be chalked up to their own strange natures.The two of them had always walked a line that resembled personhood - Trisphar, more than Leander. He was so good at the song and dance of being alive. A smile here, a pleasant word there.

It had started as a game, and hadn’t it always been such? With Leander chasing, and Trisphar allowing him to wait at his heels. There was always an arms length, pieces of Trisphar he was never allowed to know. Perhaps he sensed that he was not quite a person yet. His imitation was perhaps poorly constructed, and would need fine tuning before he would be accepted into Trisphar’s heart and soul. He would need to live up to his namesake, and finally be brave. He thought he could do that, with the party.

There was of course, the pesky matter of the lightning breath. That wasn’t good, this he knew. But truly, how could Leander of all people judge one on the actions they took in white hot anger? He knew if he had never experienced no, experiencing such for the first time would be quite jarring. Trisphar hadn’t actually killed him. The same could not be said for Leander’s lapse in judgement.

Trisphar would never listen at the height of his emotion. This is where he forgot the person he desired to be, and let the natural state of his being persist. For this reason, he knew it would be necessary to weaken Trisphar to a state where his anger was dulled to pain, and subsequent open mindedness. This was the way of things, in the Blue Order. It could not be helped. If the violence within them had not existed at the concept of creation, it certainly had engrained.

He was confident that if he could demonstrate that Trisphar could not get his way through sheer power and violence, there would come an equilibrium. He simply needed to attain the power or item to do so.

That, he could do.