<span style="color: #ffa64d">"When you walk through a forest sometimes you step on a bug. In the case of us Eternals you mortals are the bug that is stepped on. Hm... No, that's not right. Azeroth and everything on it belongs to her. She has the right to do whatever she wants to you according to Eternal law. You understandably don't agree but that is the nature of existence. It is also what makes her banishment a... green area. Gree... Gray area. Yes, a gray. Legally speaking, she is free to murder and torture you mortals all she likes without punishment yet Order has punished her for it. Others of our kind are currently discussing this, including my mate, Order's son."</span>She thought about Ibara's words and nodded.<span style="color: #ffa64d"> "Yes, I think. It is a machine built with a single purpose and one it is deviating from. A machine that does not function as it should is not a machine that should exist. I will be making changes to my Monitor and adjusting its behavior. This... This is a clone, this is Animus, she is now yours. She is the same friend as you had." </span>Animus slowly stood back up and moved to sit down at her chair.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "Miss me?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>