Celris stumbled, her momentum carrying her much too far as she let out an angry hiss. She turned, quickly and readied for another charge.<br/><br/>Oz tilted his head, "Why do I strive to survive? A good question. Why do I fight with the LowerBreeds? Because I strive to survive."<br/>He held out his hand and called the halberd, it flew into his hand, metal singing against metal.<br/>"Why do I want to survive?"<br/>This gave him pause, "I was trapped in a spring for untold decades. The worst thing I can possibly imagine is being trapped such as that, wings crushed and mangled, unable to move, watching the LowerBreed's lives from my prison."<br/>He fell silent, contemplative.<span style="font-style: italic">Why</span>did he wish to survive? Surely being trapped in such a way should've brought shame to him, made him wish to perish, but it kindled a fire of will to right his wrongs. "It's confusing even me, brother. I can only say that I will fight for what life I have, my untold years left to stew in my own thoughts will be my driving force."<br/>He glanced back at Celris, who was sneaking around, trying to find the HighBreeds, blind spot, "And to protect those who's lives have affected mine."<br/>This was puzzling too. She ripped his wings off, he should feel hatred, righteous hatred at that, but instead, he'd questioned his right to enact revenge, being so imperfected.<br/>"Brother, I cannot begin to understand the changes in me, nevertheless explain them. I am sorry for that."<br/><br/><br/><br/>Neff flinched at the question, and bit his lip, where a groove had been worn down  in his flesh by constant action. "...I would tell you I don't remember, or that I don't like to think about it...but neither are true. My heads...a little wrong. Can't remember much. Don't hold onto memories, would rather sleep than think."<br/>He fell silent, unable to go on. "I remember it being a place of love. I held it so dear to me...and then something happened. And my head was like this."<br/>He shook his head, sending the many tendrils of his mane thumping against his back, "Beneath the love is a great looming weight, and there lies chaos."<br/>He shuddered and felt himself slipping, trying to so desperately<span style="font-style: italic">forget</span>that he would rather void his mind of any knowledge recently acquisitioned. He bit his lip, clinging to his anchor, "So where do you hail from?"