But Jane continues regarding enhancements to herself - and to others? - involving 'absorbing ambient spirits'. Something linked with her power source, no doubt; Nekro, the death-god of her reality. "Ashen death," Krys whispers, considering the possibilities. Absorbing spirits? The remains and experiences of others whose physical bodies have ceased to be functional? It sounds... They shake their head, unsure if they would wish for Jane to allow them access to such a necromantic skill. The assassin herself doesn't appear to enjoy the experience, either.
Another reason to have a 'chat' with her creators. But then Jane falls into what appears to be a trance, or perhaps a sleep-mode. Krys immediately moves in front of her, scanning the area for threats. "Not something you're going to be using in a fight, I guess," they murmur.
What a curious group in which they have found themselves.
And that's coming from someone whose last set of friends was a bunch of bickering, reincarnated god-beings.
A small moue of considering twists their lips as they sweep the city with their gaze; on the hunt for danger, Krys nonetheless takes note of certain impressions. Some are gathered by their senses, clear and obvious. Others...are still gathered by their senses, but in a fashion they cannot describe, unconscious and dependent on perceptions that only remain in fragments. It seems that of the two choices they postulated earlier, it is the second that is correct. "It is truly endless." One corner of their mouth quirks. "The City, I mean." Another of their short shrugs follows. "Having a center in infinity seems impossible, but there are definitely ways. For starters, there's always a perceptual middle." The grin widens slightly. "Wherever you're standing, that's the center of infinity. So maybe the tree is the perceptive center of this city, overshadowing all other perceptions within it by dint of its own nature. Our own perceptions of the infinite city are affected by the tree, and we view it as the center rather than ourselves."
Still watching, still guarding Jane, Krys raises both hands. "Then there's the reality. Step outside of the infinite and it's pretty easy to see that there's a center. One might need to have the proper perceptions and be looking from the proper 'perspective', but yes...there's a center. It's always changing, depending on where you're 'standing', so to speak..." Their voice trails off for a moment.
And there you are. "Just like this city," Krys murmurs, nodding. "And us within it."