"Brother," Began Zelfir.  "I.. I am at a loss for words.  The orders are clear as to what I must do to you.  However the first thing I was taught was that betrayal was worse then death to our society, and as much as I try to hate you I cannot.  You were once one of us...."  Zelfir paused to swing his chain in the air above him.  "I will take no pleasure in tearing you apart."  Zelfir's chain lashed through the air zipping towards Ozbourne again.  This time he aimed to kill.  Unbeknownst to Zelfir, the perfect armor he had salvaged sat idly next to him, reflecting the sun's light into the corner of his visual preceptor.<br/>Without noticing it, his left side had become rather vulnerable.  It seemed almost ironic that the Highbreed's ability to withstand pain had made him oblivious to his temporary impairment.<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>"Where do I hail from?"  Prometheus suppressed a laugh.  "I hail from the almighty land of Alvira's shack!"  At this he burst into a fit of laughter, clutching his stomach in happiness.  "I hail not from a country like you.  I was forged from clay and magics, and given temporary life.  In fact, soon enough, once my mission is complete I will return to the earth.  The only difference between you and I is that I can be born again.  When a mortal's life ends it is for good."  Prometheus sat for many minutes in the journey only to speak once more.  "Perhaps I can aid you in recovering your memory if you try to describe your former home to me."  he said, looking at Neff.