Nothing of substance has really come out of this raid, so it's hardly worth talking about.
Can I just say I love it when False gets critical?
It's that kind of soft, subtle fury that you get when you've gone so far beyond rage and anger that you don't even need to dignify them. You've reached a place beyond petty emotions and realised that all that wrath is just so much glands and muscles, and then you realise what true terror is.
It's the face of the teacher right before he takes his glasses off, straightens his tie, gets out of his chair and very slowly walks to the offending student's desk.
And when he leans over and looks into your eyes, you will know that this is not the face of mercy. This is the face of fear, and it has ensnared you, and you are powerless before its omniscient fury.
And nothing happens. Because the terror is all inside of you. False just brings it out with a single look and a whispered breath. And your world ends.
And as you sit there, whimpering and shuddering in your dickey bow and corn-blue cardigan, you know that you have seen true fear. And you cannot renege on that fear.
"Now I am become False," you hear, whispered in pitch-black tones as the teacher returns to his desk and continues his lesson plan; and as you look back at him, he looks back at you, and smiles, and says,
"Destroyer of worlds."