12. “Your last little plaything was the result of millennia of machinations and breeding on our part. She was ready to go. Her sacrifice would have been our ticket back. You took that from us, Mr Bash.” The mass of limbs and entrails that had once been “Luke” let out a sad, rasping whimper. “Just look what you’ve done to poor Lu’ Kthu. He had to cram himself into that mess of borrowed flesh and come all this way for nothing. Now, back we go, to The Furthest Dark, for a few more eons in the endless unspeakable murky abyss of mostly silence and tedium.” Rapidly losing blood and consciousness, Bash summoned what he imagined was the last of himself, raised his head, and muttered one final plea: “Take...take me with you.”