For a moment, Cornelius took the strangely calm air of one who was internally screaming. Then he recovered.
Oh, be less squeamish Alba. You're a magus.
Look at this small snapshot of the Jars-Filled-with-Human-Brains room. That you designed. And built. And filled. By the metric fuckton. And then Araya put a literal throne in there to sit in for REASONS.
...Where did you and Araya even get that many brains?! Why did you need so many? There were only 30 filled households in that apartment building, wouldn't you only need, like 120? It looks like there's thousands in that giant basement with its weird enormous hot plate that clearly does something but is never adequately explained!
Friggin' magi.
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