Celris stared at Celris, slightly taken aback, and scrambled for a Kith-like reply. "Ah, maybe for you, my journey would be dangerous, but I was fine." A little guiltily she added, "Good to see you, sister."<br/>Celris examined the surroundings and became wary. Her old home, so quiet, so solemn...part of the reason why she ran so far away. She smiled and clapped a hand on Celris' shoulder, "One day we'll all go together, you, me, Tal, and Vanya, yes?"<br/>Her eyes hungrily combed the Feral crowds, but saw no one else. The lack of color was a tad disconcerting, yet here she was talking to a child-version of herself!<br/><br/>Osbourne watched all of this calmly, his statues waited for a reply, and he found that, normally, when he would've ordered the destruction of something imperfect, he couldn't do so now. Nor could he acknowledge the fact that the perfect HighBreed had any hold over the others, no superiority to decide who lives and who dies. He assessed this revelation for a moment, and motioned towards the Imperfect, "You two, do you wish to die? Would you rather live on?"<br/>He stepped closer, wary of any brash actions of the Winged versions of himself. That step was a mistake, he stumbled under the surmounting pressure, and his armor groaned under the weight. He felt exhaustion set in, and staggered wearily, before regaining composure.