She hesitated, her arm hovering in the air. She spoke again, though now she was uneasy. "...You don't understand what I am...I am no better than any plague, any plight or demon...My very existence is a sin against nature...I was sculpted in the image of those who wanted me to do nothing more than create a distraction so their empire could grow..." she said, lowering her arm. She was shaking now. "...Instead of being mindless I could think for myself...it was the only 'human' trait left with me...But still I could not control this curse they put upon me...Soon everything I knew was crumbling to dust and I knew it was my fault..." She reached up with her gloved hand and touched her masked face, tugging the cloth away and letting it fall. A cascade of golden hair rolled down to the small of her back. Her snow white skin shone radiantly as ever just as her arm did. She seemed to have elven traits, with the pointed ears, but her eyes were pitch black. She certainly didn't seem natural. She looked up at Brand, tears rolling down her cheeks. "You say I must live to make amends for my mistakes...But...But I AM the mistake!"