Toi's glare of absolutely loathing at Darion broke as he turned his head at the pained individuals as the psychic scream rang out in their minds, Toi only being able to guess as he heard nothing but silence in his own synthetic mind.  As he saw Ianthe crumple, he immediately, but gently, grabbed her arm.  Instantly, an immensely soothing and pleasant feeling would wash over her entire body as Toi's regenerating nanomachines rapidly repaired any and all damage in seconds, though he let his touch linger to prolong the pleasant feeling.  Once he let go, the pleasant feeling remaining for some time, he looked up at Ianthe.<b><span style="color: teal">"I will accept nothing less than being treated like a person. I am not anyone's tool to use and throw away when it's convenient."</span></b>He said in a calm tone, but still bubbling with rage just underneath the surface.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>