"...And who are you?"<br/><br/>Draiss was genuinely curious now, not scared, the thought of being unmade was... strangely intriguing. No madness, no pain, no killing everything precious to him, just... vanishing. He sighed, and downed the entire glass in one gulp, before looking back up. "Then perhaps, if I give you that, you will give me some clue as to how to prevent my eventual descent into madness? That is what drives my urge to create, the fear of too many ideas eventually shattering my mind. Some shred of hope might stem the tide, and so helping me would help you."