“Probably turn you into a sheep and let some orphans ride you around the city. I think I’m done being scolded for the time being. Even if it’s well deserved and in my best interests.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">“Very well, as I said, you’ll begin getting daily reports from me and in your next one you’ll have all of your requested information. Down to the copper.”</span>Animus tilted her head and sighed.<span style="color: #ff0000">“You do have privacy. Like I said, what people do behind closed doors is generally not something I have to care about so that’s not information I access or use. I simply used you as an example. The attitude you’re giving me now is no different from your usual so I’m not sure I understand, but forgive me whenever you feel like it. It’s not like you can hurt my feelings or anything.” </span>She held out one hand and a copy of Ibara appeared.<span style="color: #ff0000">“I can recreate anyone or anything and they would be entirely indistinguishable from the original. Even their power can be replicated. It’s not something I do frequently but I’m starting to find it necessary for my tasks.”</span>She looked at Ibara then made the copy vanish.<span style="color: #ff0000">“Perhaps I’ll keep that one. Her powers of manipulation from Elune will be quite handy.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>