Strange shadows danced behind the Commander, shuffling shapes twitching in time to his performance. Blinding radience lit the world like the noonday sun, sending Esone hissing and spitting like a vampire behind the cover of 042. Holy light seared the Infernal's eyes and blistered his skin even through Rare Earth, far enough away that it didn't wound him but close enough to be incredibly uncomfortable. 042 shot the Lieutenant a quizzical look, retracting his Soulsteel plating and hoisting the still unconscious Marina up over his shoulder.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-style: italic">Hsssssssssss!</span> Make it stop!</span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Yout think you've got it bad? It burns</span>and<span style="font-style: italic"> blinds me.</span><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">-What's wrong with you two?-</span><br/><br/>Esone just grimaced, huddling closer to the cover of 042's chassis. The Geth shook it's head in pity, turning back to Del Pilar.<br/><br/>---Del Pilar-Commander, it would be advisable that the crew return to the Midway as soon as possible. It is odd that the Twilight caste has not awakened, and it would be prudent to undergo full decontamination protocols after our exposure to Necromancy and servants of the Void.---<br/><br/>"I'm with the 'Bot, boss." Esone called, still cowering pathetically. "Although I wouldn't be opposed to looting the tomb before we go!"<br/><br/>"It's an armory, you simple-minded savage." Javik growled, striding back towards Del Pilar.<br/><br/>"Irregardless!" Esone roared,  snickering slightly at the visible pain that crossed Del Pilar's face as he spoke the word. "Looting. I'm for it, since there are no victims in this case. Dead civilizations and all that."<br/><br/><span style="color: #000000">I'm not sure that qualifies as 'evil', so I don't know whether I should be proud of you or not. But I want the crown!</span><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">-I want the Illustrious Weaver of the Patterns of the Terrestrial Manse!-</span><br/><span style="color: #000000">The <span style="font-style: italic">what?</span></span><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">-It's a starmetal sphere speckled with warm orichalcum, and scored with fine lines-</span><br/><span style="color: #000000">But what does it <span style="font-style: italic">do?</span></span><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">-I'm not answering that until you tell me what you are.-</span><br/><span style="color: #000000">NEVER!</span><br/><br/>"Ok, between the voices and the light, I feel like my head is going to explode. Boss, please, for the love of Yu Shan stop wracking the demons.<span style="font-style: italic">Everything</span>is dead. In the<span style="font-style: italic">good</span>way this time."