<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"If he ever comes for me again... Please, fill my head with arrows."</span>Nalo slowly pulled herself to her knees then into the chair she had knocked over.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"That was the Animus... That was what I used to be. What I was intended to be. I was just an avatar of a larger entity but I was flawed, I had compassion and could understand empathy. They, my creator, removed my fuel and let me die so I tried to store as much of myself as possible into my avatars... The others went insane and were killed. This body, this part of me... This is all that's left."</span>Crimzon slowly moved around the desk and with an uncharacteristic softness wrapped her arms around Nalo and held her tight.<span style="color: #b30000">"Whatever you used to be doesn't matter, you are Nalo now and you are a citizen of this city."</span><br/><br/>A sentinel pounded on the door to Nalo and Morah's house. "Morah! Morah! Your mate has been injured, she's in the High Priestess' office. The temple was attacked and she was kidnapped."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>