Vengeance watched and guarded the unconscious Pegasus from the survivors, already killing four that believed they could attack while Silver was asleep. The fields were something of beauty, but Vengeance didn't care. He only remained to find out if he could help Silver get his memories back. Perhaps he would find a memory or two about the Madmen, or better, his Goddess. Silver slept soundly, and Vengeance was thrown into a shard of what had to be his creator's life. He was small and weak, like his maker was, and he was standing in front of... something. "So Fawkes," The Creator started in a curious tone. "Why did you want me to see the tome of history, again?" And just like that, Vengeance was back in the real world, staring at a wide-eyed Silver Swirl. "So that was Fawkes..." He muttered to himself.