"I will make a point of watching it."

There are a few things to chat about, and nothing on fire enough to necessitate running off to deal with it.

Eventually, the door opens again and Jak and Daxter come out, looking a little soggy and bruised. Jak has the Stone cradled carefully in his arms. Daxter, perched on his shoulder, waves like a celebrity to an adoring audience.

Keira bounces a little. "You did it!"

Kor reaches for the Stone, stops, draws his hand back. He watches with an inscrutable yet intense expression.

Jak kneels and offers the Stone to the kid, who hesitates and steps behind Samos.

"Can I try? I'm just so curious if I'm pure of heart."

"Seems unlikely to hurt anything if you do, anyway."

Pat pat?

It's sort of smooth and inert and stays that way as Cam touches it.

"I must have too much latent wickedness or something. Hey kiddo, you look nervous, what's up?"

The kid does not answer out loud - he never does, despite being old enough he ought to be able to - but after another moment's hesitation he taps the Stone himself.

A glowing humanoid figure appears in the air above the Stone. The figure seems to be made of sparkling motes of light, not all one mass - in fact it's not the figure has any mass at all. Kor draws a sharp breath and stares; actually, pretty much everyone stares.

The Precursor turns so that, if it had eyes (which it does not), it would be looking at Cam. "Thank you, great peacemaker. Through your efforts, the universe may yet find healing beyond what we dreamed possible."

"- you're welcome," says Cam, blinking.

The Precursor addresses Jak next: "Take hope, brave one. The darkness inside you is now balanced by a glorious light. We will meet again."

Jak doesn't seem to know what to say to that, although he looks pleased about it, which is just as well because the Precursor immediately turns to Kor after that.

"You," says the Precursor.

"I'd like to know what you have to say for yourself," says Kor.

"I would like the same thing," the Precursor says.

"Would you really."

"We did not know much of evil, once. We knew yet less of darkness. We had a duty to help, if we could. There is yet a path to the light for you, if you choose to seek it. I expect you will not, but I have not seen your future beyond this day."

"You insult me."

"We are sorry."

"I am considering whether to forgive you."

"...I feel like I'm missing something," says Cam.

"Yes," says Samos, "do either of you care to explain yourselves?"

"No," says Kor.

"We are grateful for your support against the dark makers, leader of the metal heads," says the Precursor, before dissolving into its constituent sparkles and disappearing.

"Your head does not look very metallic now," Cam observes.

"Indeed it does not," Kor says, as Keira edges away from him and Samos steps in front of the kid. "Now, if you'll excuse me I have no further business in Haven City."

"...o... kay... I'm not sure whether to say 'sorry about the baby precursor outing you' or 'wow that was a dick move dude' but, uh, whichever of those is appropriate pretend I said it."

"Are we just letting him go? We're just letting the leader of the metal heads walk out?" The answer seems to be yes, since he's managing to walk out without being stopped. "Man, gotta say, I thought he'd be intimidating, you know, at all."

"Has he been... walking around like that... for a long time?"

"Quite a while, yes, and reporting on metal head activity in between trips to the wasteland. I suppose I have to give Praxis some credit, we really were working with the metal heads after all."

"Uh-huh. He got a summoning circle off me."

"Well, that's disheartening. I wonder how many metal heads have already gotten miraculous powers that way."

Cam conjures for valid circles.

Well, first they copied Kor's fairy circle exactly. Then three circles, demon and fairy and angel, all unbound, for a name which clearly belongs to a metal head since it couldn't possibly be a human or lurker or moncaw name. Then a few unbound circles a day since then, all for that same person, as an angel.

"Okay, they have turned one metal head into an angel - this guy -" He conjures the guy. "Nobody else, yet."

"But when we kill them more will end up as daeva and we'll never be rid of them. Not that I'm saying we should be the ones to break the truce, of course."

"Yeah. I mean, if you somehow got them all at once nobody would be around to summon them back but yeah. I can go - find out what their plans are, I guess."