Celris grinned, "We are ending the HighBreed! Hitting them at their Forges!" She almost winced as the thought came, unbidden,<span style="font-style: italic">As they did to me, taking my 'home' away, brother by brother.</span><br/>She then turned to glance back at Oz, "Right?"<br/>Oz nodded, rolling his shoulders. For a moment he'd felt...almost as if...No. His back was still devoid, and empty. "Correct. That would be the logical way of stopping them from continued violence."<br/>Celris squinted at him again and Oz tilted his head, "Why do you keep doing that?"<br/>She shook her head, "Something I'm trying to validate, none of your business."<br/>Oz ignored the absurdity of that excuse and looked to the Feral, "You don't look too healthy. Are you alright?"