"Wesley." I was confused. What was humorous?
"Yes, I learned quite a bit from that experience..."
Then he was gone in a movement of blur and I was left alone again in this world which no longer had a need for me save to fight, to kill...to stand besides the supposed heroes in a battle that would drench my hands with blood and...
And would make me...valuable.
I realized, then, that Wesley did not value me, would never value me. His mutterings and incoherent ramblings as he fumbled for kisses from a dead woman were proof enough. But now? Now he appeared lost in his thoughts of her, as I had once been.
Where I had been broken and repaired, he was my mirror.
I could bide my time - God-Kings had all the time in the world! It slipped through my fingers as dust once! - and I waited for him to return.
For this time, it would be I who guided, not he.