Erosion

Wall sometimes worried that, somewhere, something had gone terribly wrong. None of his friends ever seemed to remember that there was a time when they would have been more likely to raise a frothing glass of questionable liquid instead of heavy artillery at the others arrival. Humans just changed too fast for him to keep up.

He was sure Father Squid had explained the root of these sudden changes back near the beginning of  things. Back when Wall could still understand what what the old priest said sometimes. Not that Wall needed to be told how things started, he was there, and his memory ran long. Not as long as, say, Sister Alice's but still quite farther a than a human's. He wished he could just ask Sister Alice about all this; she'd been dealing living among humans far longer than he had.

But Sister Alice didn't talk much anymore.

He wished he didn't think so much, he certainly didn't used to, but here where nothing ever seemed to change; it was the only thing left for him to do. God, he missed being able to move about as freely as whatever whims took hold of him.

Oh sure, there were upsides to being a whole building now instead of just one dinky wall, he'd certainly never been more powerful, but it came at the cost his former forms mobility.

But all that paled before all the purpose he had now. No longer Shuma Gorath's annoying tag-along, or everybeings little cosmic joke, he had drive now.

Jaxx had given him direction and he would not fail. Not that he was quite sure exactly how he fit into the ex-sentinnel's plans, but he didn't anyone truly new where they stood in Jaxx's equation of the new order.

David certainly didn't. The trader was always so jumpy around Jaxx anymore. Almost like he was afraid of him. It all seemed kind of silly, but David had never been known for making sense. Why, he wouldn't Dave wouldn't even answer him, whenever the traitorder was summoned to the fortress, when he asked him whenever Dave could use the little nifty machine he'd adapted from Sine's Fictioncraft to restore him to his priror form. He'd just keep ignore him, keep his head down and keep walking. He wasn't very sure he liked David much anymore.

Shield! That was it. Or at least the answer to something. It was something Father Squid said that he could actually understand.

Yes, he would be Jax's Mausoleum of Madness and shield him from anything that would keep from finishing.....whatever it is he's been doing all this time, sitting on his throne and grinning.

It was all enough to make Wall worry, sometimes, that something had gone horribly wrong somewhere.