"Your conscience is good. Embrace it, but don't let a misguided conscience mislead you. Before you buy into the veil of 'brotherhood and righteous purpose,' take a look for yourself. I'm not raising you as a mindless weapon. Realize that your conscience is a good thing, but keep control of your emotions and maintain a rational mind. This man and his cohorts are not worthy of your sympathy."

As Antonia led Nastya down the darkened corridor, a series of holographic images displayed at various points along the passage. Gothic, the Hellfire Club, attacks on New York...Comprised of true memories, footage, and fabrication, all shared a common thread tying them to the mutant leader. Nastya paused every so often to gaze upon an exciting scene or occurrence, those which both fascinated and horrified her.

"Amaranth is harmful to both humans and mutants," Antonia explained as scenes from the burning of Gothic materialized around them, displaying damage brought upon both human and mutant communities. "Uprooted from their homes and forced to fight, this is what becomes of even those truly peaceful equalists of either genetic origin."

Suddenly, they were placed within a tomb. Unbeknownst to the clone, as had been the case with the scientists, the tomb of Amaranth's brother. "A peaceful expedition. Unrelated to human-mutant relations in any way." Before them, the now deceased explorers appeared alongside their murderer, reliving the scene vicariously through gathered footage of the failed venture. "No public message. No spreading of even misguided ideals. Simple murder."

By then, Nastya's face had gone blank, adopting a similar expression as her keeper when making an important judgment. Beyond the indignation brought on by the most recent show, she withheld a deepening curiosity to sift through the mind of her progenitor for cognitions, experiences, motivations, and simply...more. Memories, understanding, anything retained throughout his eons of living. She was snapped out of her own thoughts by the illumination of the corridor. In front of them appeared a vault-like door. As they approached, Antonia addressed Nastya with a final inquiry.

"Do you understand what this is? What all of this means?"

"Yes, doña."

"Very well. Aeon..."

With that, a series of mechanisms commenced the vault's unlocking, a sonorous groan accompanying the sequence of bellowing clanks and clicks as it opened, slowly unveiling to them the tall, slender silhouetted form of the notorious "messiah," suspended in a midair stasis.