Celris had curled up, close to the fire, and had closed her eyes, ears still moving, listening to the conversation.<br/>Osbourne took his time answering. "I suppose if I do not answer you will "kill" me? Then again, lying is always an option." He was getting tired of these two, but another emotion was there as well...what was it? It must be some form of exasperation, had the journey been left up to him and his kind the objective, whatever it is, would be accomplished. No time for questions, no time for anything but the glory of Shelune, and the destruction of the LowerBreed.<br/>"I was wandering, even before reaching Alune. Searching for something. I don't know what. I don't know why. I don't even know what hit me."<br/>That frustrated him the most. What could<span style="font-style: italic">touch</span>the HighBreed, 'divine angels' of the skies? He liked that label. Sounded noble, but also dangerous.<br/>"And as to your constant assumptions that time erodes our minds as much as yours you are mistaken." He struggled to keep his voice at its usual monotone, free of insult he'd felt at the<span style="font-style: italic">idea</span>that he could forget...<br/>More frustrated with himself than the others, Osbourne nudged the fire with the tip of his blade, "As for information concerning my missions or people I will die before giving it to a LowerBreed, nevertheless an Alune."