Noli sat there, the Spicebush branches of his Effloresced E.G.O growing from his body, out of his head, limbs, etc. As they gently sway, he seems calmed, a far cry from the chaotic hacker who wrecked the platform he once was. His voice was still glitchy, spliced with various audio clips, but it sounded…more cleanly edited.

“…Welcome. Now [W-W-WHAT] does your heart say... about what you see of my heart?”