Ouroboros Spine weathered

I'll fade out here then.

The two progressed in their duties, silence having fallen between them once again. The borders were a broad sort of thing and the two were hardly tethered together, spacing out and closing in as they saw fit. Beyond those borders, where the stench of the old queen lingered, Echelon branched out to cut off any notion that she had ever existed. Whatever small talk may have persisted between the two, but they were efficient in their decided task and once that task had been completed, Echelon parted from Kroc for other things.