Oz nodded his head, "I would ask for nothing more."<br/>As the other HighBreed attacked, Osbourne did his best to avoid the chain, dodging out of the way as best he could.<br/>In his peripheral, however, he spotted a blur of colors streaking towards the HighBreed even before his arm released the chain.<br/>Celris knew blindspots when she saw them, and as she launched herself at the HighBreed she grinned and started up her muttering again.<br/>Celris did her best t immobilize his attacking arm, the one throwing the chain, and tore at the armor, aiming for the joints and grooves in the plating, and generally trying to ruin the accuracy of the HighBreed's strike.<br/><br/>He liked Prometheus, the little doll was fun to laugh with, and though he had no idea who this Alvira was, he chuckled in mirth.<br/>At the mention of his own morality Neff could only shrug, such things had never troubled him, they were a part of one's existence. "Well then, diverse and varying beings are we."<br/>Neff frowned, then, as if by reflex, he bared his teeth in frustration.<br/>I fear I wouldn't want to. All I can reflect on are feelings. I remember love, tinged with sadness, but that feels like nothing more than living itself. And then...joy, loss, isolation, and finally..."<br/>He tried to phrase it, "The most recent being a shattered peace, something so cold and sharp it created a rift. Since then my memory is like a sieve, holding no more than it takes to survive."<br/>He reflected on how merely contacting the doll had made it easier to recall the simple things. He was journeying to save a pair of heroes, and the doll's name was Prometheus. There were great risks at stake.<br/>It even hurt thinking about it, he felt the dread settle over himself, and sighed, "I don't think I've yet allowed myself to remember, nor do I want to, at least, some part of me doesn't."<br/>He snorted and ran a bit faster, trying not to voice the words running through his mind;<span style="font-style: italic">And perhaps it is better this way.</span>