Ithi'Ka looks at Kasumi through the disguise, her silver eyes vacant of emotion beyond shame.  She is thinking as she speaks, or thinking aloud, perhaps, in this conversation.  "Power is what makes this man, Magus, loom over his servants like a fat queen-ant.  It makes him send them out on missions to kill, or steal, or destroy or make, for his vision... but he is their slave, you see?  He becomes slave--"  something sparks in her eyes, Kasumi can see.<br/><br/>"He becomes slave to what he thinks must be done."  Nightshade's face, her practiced smile melting away to a tired sigh, dances through Ithi'Ka's mind.