[ There's a moment where Childe's expression falters, taking in the other man's words. Familiarity flickers across his features, but his outstretched hand remains unwavering. ]

You've strung me along like a fool. How long did you know I was looking for the Exuvia?

[ Behind him the dragon unfurls and re-coils itself up again, and in the light from the mora piles glittering all around him it looks divine. Much more beautiful and breathtaking than the corpse that had plummeted to the ground. Perhaps Childe's memory warps more than one thing in this place. ]

You knew, and yet you still let me... [ The rest of the words trail off. The mora all around seem to lose their luster and their shine as a creeping darkness settles in over their gold surfaces. ]

Give me the Gnosis, Morax. [ He repeats it again; except this time, it's accompanied with a smattering of Electro over his form, dancing all along the length of his body in great jumping pulses. ] Don't make me hurt you.