As Meira waited for the woman, she stayed in the shadows where it was cooler. The world was slowly beginning to fade to black. She felt pain nearly everywhere in her body; Ifrit had really done a number on her in that fight. She felt like she was on fire. How she managed to keep from passing out this long, she really wasn’t sure. It was still all a mystery to her. She thought that she was created to not feel pain. Over and over, they would tell her that she was the ultimate being, something unable to feel pain, a monster, yet she was being proven wrong. Pain was a horrible, uncomfortable feeling that she wanted to go away. It was the same feeling… yes, she was sure of it. This was the exact same feeling she had felt when Kilika had called her. But it was different at the same time.<br/><br/>When she heard movement behind her, she turned around as if she was about to attack. There was a crazed look in her eyes for but a brief moment. As soon as she recognized it was the woman from earlier, she seemed to calm down.<br/><br/>“Shiva…” She spoke out softly, looking the woman over. “You called me ‘Shiva’.” It was obvious that she was utterly confused by her decision to call her Shiva. She was not Shiva, she was Meira. “May I ask… why do you keep calling me Shiva?” Her hands started shaking suddenly, and she was struck with an awful headache. Letting out a cry, she dropped to her knees while holding her head. The pain suddenly began to take her over again. Not Shiva. She was not Shiva. She was not… or was she? No. Shiva had not been perfect, that was why Meira was created in the first place. Shiva could feel pain, Meira was not supposed to feel anything. Part of her was even tempted to see if she could make her wounds deeper just to prove that she was not imperfect. It was easy. All she had to do was dig her nails in the wound on her side.<br/><br/>But she didn’t. There was one thing that stopped her, no matter how much she wanted to give into the temptation. It was yet another feeling, a feeling that seemed to be greater than pain. But it wasn’t pain at all. There was something about it that brought her joy, happiness; not that she understood what those things were. She was not supposed to feel anything. She was supposed to be the perfect weapon, something like a mindless robot simply going places and doing things, wherever she was called. Instead she was coming to realize she was not mindless at all. She had emotions; the emotion she was feeling now was joy. This place was saved, the woman from earlier was alright, she only hoped her companions were alright, she had done something good. She had accomplished what she was called here to do and it made her feel… good.<br/><br/>Taking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes, trying to calm herself, and said. “I… I think I’m alright. The people in the village… are… are they safe?”