Oh no, that would be very rude, they respond, which the narrator finds partially funny. 
"She means 'Speak,'" Galaxian clarifies, almost begrudgingly.
Ah. They don't seem bothered. Your brethren are separating from Galaxian now...hmm, well, I suppose what I mean is...that Galaxian. Additionally, it was quite satisfying to make a pretend you. Thank you for that experience. Well then, the circumstances are so, and 'you' have been quite literal to your name for the past few moments, so merely leave and retain your silence, alright? It should be quite easy to do and...well, lies are better told when you have more time to prepare. A chuckle. That is about it, miss. Well then, goodbye in reality this time.

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Galaxian waves slightly in the same manner he always does--happily. It contrasts with the atmosphere and, frankly, someone could think he was happy to see her off. 
The surroundings around her blink into nothing, and then she's back in reality again. Though, her legs are kind of being forced to walk. Thankfully, the movement stops being forced after about 10 steps, presumably having happened so that she could flow naturally into what's happening. 
Speaking of what's happening, Echo and North are leaving, Silence following them silently. Behind them is a still, small silhouette of a young child, watching them leave without a proper goodbye, just like what the real him was like.

With a flourish, Galaxian's cape whirls around him as the forumer turns to advance deeper into the throne room. 

~

666's voice rings out in some dimension, some place, to that one entity that is so familiar to them. "Kýrios, proceedings are finished."
"Delightful. Thank you." But the true speaker is also nowhere to be seen. Instead, Galaxian stands there, superimposed with the darkness. What is supposed to be able to see everything instead is able to see nothing. 
"My God, there is no need to thank me." 666's smile sounds in their voice, a giggle almost spilling out. Really, they seem much more flattered than their formality otherwise implies. But if their optimistic casualness here were water, their following words have transformed into some sort of liquid fire. "Well, then...it seems they truly are not a threat. From a dimension that retains the capability to commit atrocities of scale unto parallel worlds, I daresay they seem rather innocent. However, it is not as if they can touch a world that can only destroy itself rather than be destroyed by others; therefore, I doubt that this is completely sufficient, my lord." Before even a moment can pass, they add, "Nonetheless, you need not take precautions. If they attempt to pose a threat to you, I, even as an entity with a pseudonym correlating to that of the mortals' devil's number, will defend you without hesitation--so that you need not worry." 
"Thank you." The response is surprisingly serious and lacking of any smile, but the tone of the other voice has slightly shifted. "I have no doubt that you will try to help me, but I wish for you to keep out of this matter as much as you can. If you find it necessary to consider this an order, then consider it so." 
666 pauses before answering, "I understand, Kýrios." Their tone has become slightly conscious--if one didn't know better, one might even think that they are worrying. But there is no hint of worry in their tone, just the consciousness that comes when one is talking to a being much more superior than he. 

There's also a big 'ol hole from where Galaxian punched. Thankfully, he's familiar with and undisturbed by the wreckage. It's quite familiar in the first place, he's seen worse, and he knows what happened, all of which contribute to decreasing the panic factor. There wasn't one in the first place. He surveys everything again, including the spot where the Creator was supposedly and hopefully killed, emotionlessly.

Ordinarily, Galaxian would look more into it, but this isn't really an ordinary situation, is it? Nonetheless, he tries his best to not change anything about the setting, attempting to leave it how it was when they were originally supposed to leave. When he does move, he lifts himself into the air, starting towards another corridor. 

Ah, the merits of closing doors before wreaking havoc. 
But again, since the purpose of coming here in the first place was to see if someone needs help, it's not like he thinks the lack of destruction is weird.
This is more than a little sus, don't you think?

It's fine. The narrator likes to be confusing, especially to the extent where it's so confusing that someone else will need to reread the entire thread and will still go "What?" at the end. 
He just walks. It's almost like he'd be exploring this place if one didn't know further context. He's...just wandering farther and farther away.

Unfortunately, Galaxian isn't much into human-made architecture sightseeing, or whatever the official term is. Anyways, he just broke the no-running-in-the-halls rule.

Galaxian also just broke the rule in social etiquette and roleplaying where you're supposed to talk to someone when you see them, but that's apparently not going to be the case for him. Zip goes a scary-looking shadow over the servant. Hey, at least he doesn't run her over or make her spill anything, right? ...excluding the fact that people will drop things when startled by scary-looking shadows, I guess.
Maybe he thinks she can't be the one who shouted. Sometimes, one wonders at his judgment. 

Galaxian pauses very briefly to note how casually she walks--possibly to affirm his belief that she wasn't the one who shouted--but then he just continues on. Zippity through the corridors he goes, at this point not being able to be seen but somehow, miraculously, not knocking things over.

Nice, just the way he likes it, kinda. He's kind of weird. He sometimes likes others being around him, but most of the time it's a no. And when there are people, there's only so much he can take most of the time. Ha...being even just alike to humans is funny.
Anyways, he does an entire round around the castle in no time flat. And then he does another one. Is he concerned? It's hard to tell, but yes.

(where are we going with this because it seems like we're going nowhere lmao)