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Nathan appeared in the same apartment they had fled an hour ago. His curiosity had overwhelmed him, and he had reacted impulsively to the pull of his enormous zeal to find answers. 'What exactly am I searching for?' He asked himself. 'Power' he replied his own self. That's right, he had returned here with expectations of finding whoever that had come after him and Nigel.

He had no explanations for why he thought this was a good idea, but he just did it anyways.

If by para venture he had run into these Purifiers, he would turn himself in. Not to be killed, but to be trained. He wasn't sure if they would listen to him, but he'd never know if he didn't try.

He was however disappointed, they were gone. He could still feel the lingering energy from them that hung in the air. Nathan had discovered he was addicted. He was addicted to power, and his addiction was causing him to miscalculate his thoughts and actions.