<span style="color: #cc99ff">"You specifically told it not to spy on us, not to knock before entering and it wasn't getting involved in our lives. Just Syncilla's life. Technically it was following your demands."</span>She wrapped one arm around Order and leaned against her.<span style="color: #cc99ff">"But she's just as sad as one... If not more. Do you think..."</span>She paused and chewed her lip.<span style="color: #cc99ff">"Looker resurrected me and changed my memories, he knew I wouldn't recognize her but he sent her here anyways. And the Animus wanted her."</span>She let out an almost comical yelp and jumped half a foot in the air as the beaver shocked her as it walked by just a little too close.<span style="color: #cc99ff">"Why does that fucking thing exist!? What even is it!?" </span>Although completely unharmed by the tiny shock the priestess clutched her chest and forehead to catch her breath.<span style="color: #cc99ff">"Fuck. Here I am trying to have a serious conversation and this sparky... whatever the fuck scares the piss out of me. Anyways I think Looker isn't your friend, I think he's planning something and... It's a stretch but maybe he hurt The'kal and Ashia."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>