Neff cracked a smile at the talking doll. "Prometheus...interesting. ...I wont eat ya. Don't worry."<br/>He listened to the doll, and frowned at the vestiges of memory that stirred at the mention of the Feral and HighBreed. He soon lost his slight grasp on it, and returned his full attention to the doll. "I don't mind being disturbed...don't remember when I even went to sleep..."<br/>His eyes glazed slightly as he struggled to find the information, and failed. He blinked and rifled through the sands, humming a tune, and forgetting the rest halfway through.<br/>Even the chore of finding the weapon slipped his mind, and he was soon staring at Prometheus again, troubled, "Er...Pr...Perseu-no...Prom...doll-thing...do you need help? You...were..."<br/>He shook his head,<span style="font-style: italic">Focus</span>.<br/>"I'll help you go wherever you were going, since your so tiny and all... ...also..."<br/>Nope, he'd lost that thought as soon as he'd found it.<br/>Neff grabbed his head and rubbed his eyes furiously, pressing fingers at is temples, "Please don't stop talking, though... ... ...I'll forget... ...I'm Neff...I think..."<br/><br/>Celris hissed at the HighBreed and raised her fists, "That's the stupidest name I've ever heard!"<br/>It was the coolest name she'd ever heard, but that would not improve their situation. She thought quickly, but couldn't muster any way to get the Alune to discard years upon years of hatred.<br/>She knew how hard that was to accomplish, and she'd had three or four to get over their differences.<br/>"Stop acting like a Feral and use those "superior" Alune smarts ya dunce!"<br/>Celris leaped at the HighBreed, hoping to latch onto it's back to...damage it...somehow. Maybe it's wings were as fragile as Oz's had been?<br/>No matter, Oz joined her, swinging the halberd in a high arch before charging the HighBreed.<br/>"The HighBreed do nothin but kill! This one is broken, a fluke! Abandoned by his own and used like a tool!"