Few people have the chance to - go back, do something again. But the other version of Kystle is a very specific exception. He knows what's in store for it if he doesn't do anything. Genocide for the invaders (Lynn would call it justified, he just thinks murder is murder), a second invasion of New Kystle, immortal psychopaths with sharp weaponry running around - not the kinds of things he wants. So Prime is thinking of ways to circumvent the problem.
It's unfortunately humbling when he finds no moral solution knocking at his door. There are plenty of immoral ones, but he doesn't touch those. Certainly, he could throw the out of work demon hunters at the plane, tell them to kill things, but that hardly solves the underlying problem. Even he, with all his power, can't save an entire planet. His sister couldn't, either. Not even both of them together.
Obviously, he needs more resources. He didn't deal much in other planes, not when the risks were so great. But now - now he knows that there are other versions of him, other versions of Bells. With various types of magic. Prime isn't a greedy man, but he knows new possible resources when he sees hints of them, and he wants them. He can fix - not his mistake in particular, but his mother's, the second bloodline's.
He spends some time scrying, and then he sighs and snaps his eyes shut. Yeah, that's definitely something. He did not need to see a younger version of himself having sex. Ever. Annoying how his alts seem to come in pairs with 'Bells,' it leads to awkward situations like this. Mirrors are retrieved, and then Prime informs everyone of what he's found - another Adarin, another Bell, together and obviously with some kind of magic.
Since Pantheon seems to be their impromptu central base, he retrieves a recent creation of his, and off he goes to meet with Spring. They're going to write a letter.
"I am, it would seem," Phix mentions, "the only living sphinx, although I guess if resurrection works on critters that could change. And sphinxes get very cool powerful magic."
"Look, I fetched. I can roll over, too," he drawls, rocks in hand. "Where do you want the portal?"
"I'll show you," says Phix, disentangling from deer-and-kitty snuggles to turn human and lead him to the water heater closet. "You didn't have any trouble finding it discreetly?"
"Not really, one person gave me a weird look and I told him that it was so they could be painted bright colors to decorate the house with." Pause. "He assumed I was indulging grandchildren. I didn't correct him."
"Mmm. I think you could get away with giving partial descriptions of what you have with only picking things that a winged lion would have. Though, yes, actually lying would be more useful."
"And I'm not appalling at it. Not good, either, lying with the truth is still my first port of call, but, yes. Winged lion."
"If anyone asks, I will say that I heard that you were a winged lion," says Prime with a smirk.
They reach the door to the water heater closet.
"What," he asks whimsically, "would you like the painting to look like?"
"Mine is a landscape of Pantheon. Would you like me to do that, or is it too obvious?"
"Is Pantheon made of crystal spires and populated by flying pigs, or does it just look landscapey?"
He sits, and retrieves the fetched rocks, and then he starts shaping the stone. It isn't a very dramatic affair, he mostly just stares at rocks and then they seem to move under the terror of his gaze. Obviously that's not how it works, but that's certainly how it looks. It twists and moves and smooths out and occasionally adjusts itself to match the other side or fit with the decided style of the frame
And then there is a large slab shaped like a picture frame, made out of stone.