I wince at Mark's question.  I've known many of the warforged in my travels, and many are good and decent people, but this... thing, this monster, at times I wonder if it even has a soul.  And at times, the more terrifying thought that it does indeed have a soul as black as any devil's crosses my mind.  It.  Not he, not she, it.  It is an abomination, but at the same time, this is the best place for it.  I very much doubt I could stand against its power if I had to, but so long as we can direct its malice, it has already proven a powerful tool to protect.  After all, beings powerful enough to stand in this unit are few and far between.<br/><br/>"I..." I begin to speak, nervous.  The pressure of these briefings always gets to me.  I press on.  "Sir, I will do what I can to contain Mark's... enthusiasm.  Is... is there any particular persona you need me to familiarize myself with, or... will any face do?"  I hesitate to offer.  I've come to like myself as Sam.  It's become such a comfortable form for these last few years, but if my talents are needed, I'd rather volunteer than have it forced upon me.  The burdens of blood, I suppose.