Khementari didn't seem to understand... there was no feeling. Zeta's body was starting to react on its own, due to some unknown programming, but Zeta was disconnected from it. It was happening and she couldn't interpret the sensations or her uncontrolled reactions. She remained, however, separate from it...<br/><br/>"Khementari. I am failing to associate with these responses. I do not... feel..." Or... was this true? There was something... something different about the way she had said that last sentence. What was it? Was it an emotion? Zeta could not immediately parse it. She had never felt emotion since the damaging virus, but this was... regret? Disappointment? Sadness? They were all too similar, and it was impossible to say. As Khementari ripped away the skin she had just rebuilt, her respiratory/cooling systems increased their rate, giving Zeta the appearance of breathing faster, more desperately...