The was something beautiful and terrible about this place and whatever it was hanging in the air. Reflections and illusions danced around Legato and he dared to say he was almost amused. Gunsmoke was most certainly nothing like this place though, it seemed like one step Legato was crunching through something frigid covering the ground and another it was just mush. These conditions were impossible on Gunsmoke due to their living off plants. Natural occurring water- what a peculiar concept for the residents who had been born on that barren planet. Stories from before The Fall spoke of a world where water was more natural and even fell from the skies in 'rainfall'. It was almost laughable considering the misery people would bestow upon each other just to have control of a plant and the things it would produce.

Legato wondered why his mind was drifting back to that planet though, it was no longer his home after all. In that world he had lived his life and experienced his end, but it seemed he got to do that all over again here without the growing up part. That was fine by Legato- he had no desire to re-experience childhood. Wretched time. Perhaps his deepest issue with being reborn here though, beyond the fact that he was a being unworthy of another life, was that his powers were muted. As if his mind was rusty from misused somehow. The scowl came readily to his lips as he felt the need to vent his frustrations.

With a decided anger he let out a blast of mental power that sliced right through a nearby tree. Would be really have to practice his skills just to get them back to where they belonged? So much of his younger years were used training those devastating powers and now with such weakened ones he worried he might not be able to cause suffering in the ways he needed to. Before he could cause suffering he would also have to find an adequate subject to torture and there didn't seem to be a soul in this place other than the monsters.

The cool blue-haired man's first encounter with the beasts was interesting enough though. It only took a little prodding and he was able to force the beat into destroying itself. Pathetically fragile beings, like humans. Such creatures could be compared to those feeble sand-worms from Gunsmoke which he dispatched just as effortlessly. Legato's hand gently found itself against the tree he had just destroyed and he thought deeply on what he might be able to do should he come across someone. If it was possible to control the beasts he could use them to his advantage in the stead of another human. It could have easily been far more terrifying that way.

Perhaps his arrival in this place would lead him back to where he could do the most- Back to Knives. Where everyone else had betrayed the master Legato could not. Even after Knives had caused Legato great physical suffering he still served by his side. Nothing would get in the way of Legato pleasing his master- not even death. It wouldn't even matter if he found he had to die many more times because Knives had once saved Legato's life when he was young, thus Legato's life was in Knives' hands. In the end if Knives was here did that not mean he was killed as well? It left plenty for Legato to think about and this empty place gave him nothing but time to think. "The next soul to meet me will find they sorely regret it," His calm voice was devilish and cold.

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