The flicker of oblivion pervaded her mind as Corrine met with the soft steel gaze of the soulless machine… she ran the cool words of her over in the fires of her mind and smiled a little.  The quiet logic made sense to her, she mused that if Elohim ‘understood’ more of her then perhaps her enhanced perception would register any early signs of her ‘control’ failing… a weakness that wasn’t lost on any of the Brood…<br/><br/>“It is quite satisfactory…” Corrine’s hand fell against her waist and brushed upon the hilt of her knife… “There is one thing I must do before we leave… the ancient in my blood has been stirred and become restless, I need to offer a sacrifice of my blood to her...to sate her a little..” she watched Elohim, there was of course no reaction in her expression, nothing for her to judge from, just the gentle murmur of her systems.  Corrine bought her fingers away from the weapon and gently spoke… “This isn’t something I can do any where but the peace of my chamber… please… accompany me…?” Corrine dipped her head and moved from the room, this time she pushed open the door and felt the shadow of Elohim across her as she gracefully followed in her wake.<br/><br/>They continued down the shadowed corridors until she stood outside the walls of her chamber, Corrine reached out, the energy field around her arm crackling as her fingers brushed delicately upon it as she felt the ancient call of the stone… the seeping memories and the tranquillity that lay within, she glanced across to Elohim... “We are here….”<br/><br/>The chamber was in a state of cyclic flux… its existence shielded from most… she would normally never do this, no soul but hers would ever break the sacred bond she had with the darkness within… but Elohim, of course, had no soul… nothing but the dispassionate light of nothingness that beat inside her sculptured frame.  It was simply a case of reversing the flow of her telekinetic power and projecting it outwards, displacing the molecular structure of the immediate area as apposed to her own...<br/><br/>Corrine’s eyes flickered closed for a moment as she felt her natural psionic gift feather out through the ancient stone, brushing against the deeper molecular structure and reaching out around the base atoms that made up the rock… her mind began to burn with the exertion as she began to lace each atom with her will… feeling the molecules heat and dance at her command. The rock began to shift and phase out of the physical plane as she drew the chamber into line with her presence, stilling the temporal eddies that cocooned her hidden heart…<br/><br/>Corrine looked back at her companion with a smile… Elohim’s eyes directed at the wall… “After you…” she gestured<br/>