“I mean, I just want to build something of my own, you know? Blaze my own trail. Stop following false idols. Maybe restarting Atlas could help me do that? Unless… Oh god, unless that’s a trick question. Like, if seeking power is bad and you’re gonna, like, turn me into a big monster, like an ironic twist thing. In that case, I wish for, uhhhhhh—” Rhys cut himself off, as if interrupted. “Oh! No ironic twist? That’s great. Super. Glad to hear it. So, uh, yeah, I guess the ownership of the Atlas Corporation and all its trademarks and—” Pop. A chest appeared at Rhys’s feet. “Oh! So, these are the documents? That’s gr—” He disappeared.