The Collected continued to muck about as he waited for The Blaze's return, having finally seemed to become... comfortable enough with the hammer, and carrying it around instead of his scythe, having hooked it to his back.
He'd begun shuffling through the various materials in the forge, apparently seeking something specifc and becoming ever more agitated the longer he couldn't find it. Growling out, "No. No. No.
Where is itWhy isn't it rightWhy can't we find itWhat is itWhy is it not here?! We wantrequireneed it to do... what are we trying to do?" Before he froze, glancing at the various metals and crystals thrown around him, and the ore he was currently holding with a confused look.
"Why are we doing this? This is... something we used to
doenjoytrained intaughtlearnedfind... familiar... Why is it familiar?" He muttered as he continued to stare at the ore in his hand, a look of... something flashing through, and struggling to remain in his eyes. A dying flame of... realizationrecognotionremembrance