Walking through the halls of the hive, you passed numerous members of your species. In the three days since your duel with Chrysalis, you found that some had already adjusted to your presence and the role you were undertaking. Others still seemed to look at you in awe, amazed that any of their kind could have become such an unusual, yet elegant being. A few, marginal as they may be, looked at you with some level of disgust, feeling like you had cheated the traditions to be where you were, and you didn't fully blame them.