The Hound points towards a screen within the station. Released prisoners of the dead warden, Circe, gaze with his movement. "There, see how he falls apart?"

On the screen, the Silver Tiger slumps. Once proud and noble, he follows behind vampwelfs, slavers, murderers, everything that the Silver Tiger had opposed before.

"The story is always the same. A noble silver tiger is "killed" and in his place is a monster that only knows to kill, to maul, to fracture people's existences into ruins!"

"We must kill him now."

"Um!" Helen raises her hand in the air, shaking it.

"Yes Helen, do you have anything to add here?"

"Not to ruin your plans, Mr. Classless 7, sir, or, uh, Hound now? But....."

"That's the thing my dear friend, Helen. He hasn't done anything wrong......"

"It is in HIS NATURE to ruin lives. Every universe, even the fake ones I have seen, there he was. Golden tiger! Murderer of body and mind!"

"Helen. Imagine if you watched a genocide of your species. A genocide of your mind. You, now have an opportunity on your hand to go to the past....in a way. To kill this person while they are only a young whelp!"

"Would you not take that chance, every single time, to save those that he WILL kill, and your MIND?"

"Um."

"I dunno if I could kill a baby!"

"Can't we just stop him from being evil, Mr. Hound? I mean, I know he was bad last universe, but this is whole new universe. We can just tell him to not be evil!"

"Helen, you are a wonderful friend, and I most honestly and truly respect your thoughts on the matter."

"But this is a person who does not listen to reason." The Hound kneels down to Helen's level. "What will you do Helen, if we do not kill this genocider and he goes on to murder again?"

"This is the man who would have killed you a 100 times over for just existing. He does not deserve your mercy, Helen."

"I know he would have killed me 100 times Mr. Hound but......"

"I don't know if I'm ready to kill him even once. Not until...I know he's bad!"

"The person on the screen is just a guy trying to protect his baby girl and is getting all dragged up in this frankly weird batty nonsense! Instead of killing him, we can go down there, drag him out of there, and he'll be ok."

The Hound slams one of his godly powered fists into a wall. "He will Never be ok, Helen. It is in his nature to become a murderer. Every universe I have seen, there is not one, not a single one where I could save him."

He places a hand on Helen's shoulder. "I have tried. I have tried so hard for my "beloved sir, whose light is the only reason I raise my head in the morning.""

"No matter what you do. He will always turn into a bad person, Helen. I, like you, thought the same. That I, in some universe could save him. That I could save the other versions of me in even fake universes from the pain and suffering he has brought. I must be honest. Originally, I was selfish. I didn't even care if he committed his genocides as long as I could make a world where I, his loyal friend, was not tortured by him."

"Do you understand what I have seen? If he cannot even stop his hand from breaking the mind of his friend, can we trust him with any universe at all?"

"I don't want to be rude, Mr. Hound. But I haven't seen those universes."

"And you never will, because from here on, all tigers of silver and gold will die. If I must kill a genocider in his crib, I will. I will do it until my last breath. I do not ask you to join me in this, I just ask that you do not stop me."

"It is the duty of the few, to make sure everyone else does not even have to think of the suffering that could have been. Please, dear Helen, manage the station, that is all you have to do."

"I will do the rest." The Hound growls before returning to his screen.

Helen leaves the room, troubled by the Hound. Someone grabs her shoulder as she exits.

"The other me is a bit intense, isn't he, Helen? =V"

"He's like, gonna kill a baby in its crib or something!?!?"

"Well, the Silver Tiger is an adult, Helen."

"But I understand what you mean Helen. This is quite the pickle of a situation. I feel as if I should have more say in this, but, learning my existence has been falsified has been a tad troublesome."

"See, I have always been under the impression that when I die, I die. The clones that are made of me, may have their own memory, but they're not me. No matter what that rabbit masked freak says, it's absolutely poppycock that a "soul" exists."

"But I must be honest, I've have never had to meet my own clone before. Or.....well. I guess be my own clone? :U"

"Yeah, this is super confusing for me, but I don't know what I would do if I met my own clone and it wanted to kill people!"

"And...the problem is, he's like.....super freaking nice outside of the murdering tiger thing! I mean, look at this station! Everyone is really happy to not be tortured by the warden anymore, and he's making sure everyone has nice accommodations. He even still brings me the fruit snacks I like. He's not a bad guy Mr. Classless-7! He just really really hates O-6, or, Silver Tiger. Whatever he is this universe."

"It's really hard, because I can tell he truly and honestly believes he's doing the right thing. I believe him when he says every universe he has seen ended with a genocidal O-6....it's just that......I don't know Mr. Classless-7. He's not doing anything yet...and...."

"I know it's wrong to say "We should wait till he kills someone" cause....that means someone somewhere will get hurt, but, I don't know! What if every universe he saw was just a bad one where his help just, didn't work?"

"I cannot give you any answers Helen, but I can tell you this."

"The story of the golden tiger is a warning. That the person who kills the golden tiger, will become the golden tiger. O-6, when he was young, was a noble man. He killed a golden tiger who tortured notails with laws that harmed our society."

"He was told, that the curse of the golden tiger was upon him. He worried, judged his actions to make sure they were always noble. Then, in our first reach into space, we had accidentally learned that the illnesses that notails carried would kill most aliens we met.

In only a few days, he had gone from noble man, into being called a genocider."

".........and he could not fight those allegations. His mistakes were so great, it might as well have been intentional. So to protect himself, he became the golden tiger that had always lurked in people's minds. He became that horrible thing we all saw. O-6, the golden tiger, the monster, the genocider. :V"

"So....if we don't stop the Hound from killing O-6, he's going to become a mass murderer and the next golden tiger!?!?! We have to do something!"

"Huh?"

"Ah, no Helen, I don't believe in fictional curses....... =U"

"THEN WHAT WAS THAT WHOLE STORY ABOUT!?!?!"

"While the story is just a myth, a fable at most, it's likely an allegory for how a person tormented by their mistakes will one day snap, that tormenting people with their mistakes does not make a better person, it only makes a worse person. =V"

"So, attempting to murder the Silver Tiger, will only remind him of how people see him, and in doing so, will create the Golden Tiger?"

"If I may sound a tad queer here, Helen, I must be honest, I believe if we kill him nothing ill will actually happen. I'm speaking in circles. I have not learned the "lessons" the Hound has. Despite the horrors inflicted on me by my light, my mornings and nights..... O-6. I do not want another version of him slain because of my feelings."

"Perhaps I am a fool, a bumbling idiot who cannot learn from the beatings I have been given, just as O-6 has told me many times. But this foolish old dog agrees with you Helen. Not based on the rational world, but in his heart."

"Killing O-6 in every universe, will not fix the emotional wound etched in the dog beaten by his beloved. It will only enlarge it."

"It may not happen this universe, or the next......."