At Akiko's next question, any semblance of joy was erased from his face. Live or dead, Wayland knew something.
That Humanity had seen only a glimpse of what lurked beyond strange, unseen veils.
"A beast? You're referring to the thing from the beach... I don't know how to truly describe what I saw miss. The thing, or things... They were so... So much worse. There were... Millions of them. They were in so many shapes and sizes. I saw... Lakes of blood that ate whatever fell into it... I saw strange, alien beings, and their natural, symmetrical bodies, torn apart from the inside out as strange monstrosities burst forth. Some of these monsters were as small as insects, or as big as mountains. They had no uniformity, no set shape..."
His face went dark, somber, gaunt. A stranger look to see on a ghost, who should have nothing more to fear...
"What you saw here today was... An infant in comparison to what waits. It's... It's not even the size of these things. You cannot begin to fathom what they are capable of. But this thing.... I think it's a creation of something much, much worse."
Richard smirked at the cocky hero before taking a slice of pizza for himself. As he had the magnificent breakfast of pizza and coffee, it occurred to him that these kinds of tastes might normally be utterly horrific to the average person. He continued to enjoy it.
At Cannonade's failed attempt to convey his name, Richard shrugged pleasantly. "Albert? Not a bad name I gotta say. Not my name, but a good one nonetheless. Anyways, you can just call me Richard, I'll probably respond to that more." He chuckled slightly.
Cannonade continued to talk, mostly about how great they were, but he wondered if any of it might be an act. Maybe not, but almost dying tends to change people.
"Well I'm gonna be going, for what it's worth. This George guy... I don't trust him entirely, but he clearly knows more than anyone else does. If there's something to be learned from him, might as well spend some time around him."