Corrine shook the last vestiges of the ancients attempt to claw through the psionic screen, slowly her mind reasserted itself and the Mayan once more became entwined in the psionic mesh.  For a moment her eyes flickered shut and she saw her seared face in the half-light of her thoughts…<br/><br/><em>…why resist me child…  why push me back when the joy of destruction is something we can both embrace…</em><br/><br/>Corrine looked around the room and her eyes fell to Damien’s “It does not concern me which task you think I am best suited for, but I would rather do it without the concern of ensuring the one partnered to me could be affected, to my mind there is only one here who would be resistant to the miring,” she cast a flickered glance towards the blue eyed automaton before continuing.  “If I am to be required to strip their souls from their flesh and cast them into the abyss, I would rather do it without ensuring I am fifty steps from my partner.”<br/>