A defective Elderborn, being escorted out of the Early Laboratories like a failed experiment.
But this was… Schrodinger!
Yet it also wasn't. This crestfallen, apathetic figure, who wore the face of the man who had set him on this impossible path, did not radiate the chaotic, flickering authority of a Living Paradox.
Instead, a steady, calm, and profoundly powerful aura of a Living Concept permeated the space around him.
As Noah's gaze, now a thing of Quadrillion-level intensity, settled on him, this 'defective' Schrodinger also turned his head.
He gazed back, and in his eyes, there was not the playful, knowing light Noah had come to associate with the name.
There was only a deep, apathetic sense of loss, a profound, soul-deep weariness. And as he saw Noah standing beside the formidable Commander Elara, a flicker of something else crossed his face: longing. A desperate, almost painful wish that he could be in Noah's position.
