"T-the merge! No wonder you have no mana!" She exclaimed.

  "Again, what?"

  I was confused as hell. Someone tried to kill me, twice with what I could assume was a weapon that was now on the floor, and now the maybe-elf was talking nonsense.

  "Let me g-go. I w-will explain... just don't kill us!" She pleaded. She began crying.

  I debate it internally, but relent. "Very well. Advisory: So called Professor Letheros has not been integrated, and is thus whole and undamaged. If I am threatened, I will delete it. I am holding it hostage." I state, and release her. She drops onto her chair, and grasps her throat. She is still crying, now looking at me properly.

  "W-what? Not dead?" She mumbles.

  "No. Now tell me of this OBJECT: Merge." I demand. This was beginning to irritate me, but that, in retrospect was to be expected. I had always shied away from interacting with organics. In the time they finished one sentence, I could do countless things. They were slow, inefficient, and short lived. But not worthless and they were dangerous.

  She glanced around the room, at the still trapped human, at me, the desk and shelves, then locked onto me. "Will you let us go? If I tell you?" She asks.

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  Hmm. Killing them would be suboptimal. Downright suicidal almost. I could guess that killing the Headmistress would have ramifications simply due to her status. This, along with my lack of information on everything... I would be hunted like a ship behind hostile lines.

  So, the truth. "It is not in my interests to harm anyone, nor do I wish to. I am severely confused, due to lack of critical information. At current, this body is my only means of control. So, I will use it to get what I need for self-preservation. If all goes well, you have nothing to fear." I state.

  She relaxes a bit, and nods. "The merge was, for lack of a better term, a disaster on multi-versal scale. Multiple reality's got crunched together haphazardly, with no rime nor reason. Gods died, empires fell... you get the picture. Everything was set into the stone age. Mana became a thing for everyone, and chaos reigned." She stated.

  She began going into detail, like how new gods (to be determined) were born after their previous gods fell (dead). Things kept getting crazier and more nonsensical, but she wasn't lying. I had my doubts if she was RIGHT, however, but... It sounded like a fairytale, a cheap novel! Utterly fake.

  But, she proceeded to give facts, and a bit of evidence for her outlandish theory. She showed mana, archeological reports with estimated dates, and a few other things.

  I was still, processing even as I listened. It was impossible. It was possible. It was improbable to the extreme. New data brings it up to highly unlikely.

  Around I went into a probability loop, filled with estimations, guesses, logic loops, until I was pulled out when I realized she had stopped talking for 3.8845 seconds.

  I needed to decide. Did I accept that all I knew was destroyed, removed in its entirety, or did I stick my head in data and ignore everything. While still unlikely... I couldn't risk it not being true.

  "...Very well. Request: Mercy."

  "...What?"