The Collector is holding a small child and slowly pacing around the library, his now old and frail body gives him pain as he walks around, but doesn’t feel any of it when interacting with his grandchild. The Collector starts talking to the child
“Which books should we read today?” He says with a smile
“Maybe he’s a little young for these types of books, Dad?” Inkmatas states as she enters the library
The Collector turns around.
“Nonsense, you were never to young to start!” The Collector replies, “When you were, 17, when I adopted you, it was a struggle to keep you from reading all the books immediately!”
Inkmatas walks over and take her adopted child from his hands gently.
“Dad, this is a little different!” Inkmatas playfully says, “What are you doing back here, you haven’t locked yourself up in this library for years!”
“It’s been great helping you, Nova, and the other heroes rebuilding societies, solidifying peace treaties, and keeping the great blockade up but now that you have your great treasure here I felt a desire to relive my younger days and share this knowledge with you and your growing family.” The Collectors sighs with a bit of nostalgia
“Dad there will be plenty of time for that and get out of this library and meet back up with Hakai and the delegates from Inkversian mainland and discuss the policies of the new Prime Minister.” Inkmatas explains
The Collector thinks to himself that he never saw himself as a politician before but working with his adopted daughter all these years has brought just as much peace and tranquility to the multiverse as all of his years of divine crusades and fighting ever did. The Collector starts to feel an old, familiar presence forming in the room. The Collector pauses and pats his daughter on the back.
“Inkie, I’ll join you in a second but there is something I need to take care of first.” The Collector tells Inkmatas
“Okay but don’t take too long, you’re needed in the meeting.” Inkmatas says with an uneasy tone
The Collector closes the door to the library and turns around. Creatie enters the library from a portal, she looks on the Collector, and greets him with a smile.
“It’s good seeing you again, old friend.” Creatie greets the Collector
“Goddess, I’m honored you visited me once again, but it’s a long while.” The Collector greets back
“To me, it has felt like a few moments, its good to see you’ve begun to learn some patience my child.” Creatie states