The three Draiss listened to Nadriina speak, all of them watching her intently, before Black started laughing. "Very good, someone get that girl a cookie and cigar. And if My demonstration scared them, then they should get out now. WE have forseen our destructions, all four hundred thirty nine possibilities, and that was among the prettiest and nicest of them. Though I detest using the word fragility. The only frail one here is Lightie over there, and while I keep offering to help Him get over it, apparently destroying a plane broke His 'wittle heart.' Or maybe it was another one of the... Hey, Whitie, how many mistakes have WE made?"<br/><br/>"Sixty seven thousand, nine hundred sixty six. Including the one where WE allowed You to set up this... spectacle. Though I will allow that most of the mistakes are not worth counting unless one has, as WE do, a perfect memory and a tendency to not let them go."<br/><br/>Gray rolled his eyes, and muted the sparring going on in the background. "Mostly correct, Nadriina. And WE admit that this is... extremely simplified. Both the bitching... sorry, bickering and the earlier spectacle. OUR death is likely to be much more horrifying. Hence the reason many of you are getting a second artifact, and those that only have one currently will be getting another. They were built with the primary purpose of killing US. However, that purpose will remain dormant until THAT," he jerked a thumb at the massive and unholy mixing of various creatures that had popped up out of simulacrum, "happens."<br/><br/>Black finally realized that only White could hear the argument between the two of them, and shattered the silence effect with a snort. "Perhaps, but I am betting that when this happens for real, they will not freeze in terror as they did this time. Or if they do, then they are worthless and weak, and death is all they..."<br/><br/>Black would have finished the thought, but White blurred forward, and choke slammed him into the ground. "Enough out of you."<br/><br/>Gray sighed and rolled his eyes as the two began rearranging the simulation room in their attempts to destroy the other, before turning back to the others with a slightly harried look. "And now you hopefully understand why I seem to have My head up My ass so often. I have to keep the other two apart, or else they start trying to destroy each other. Which is really annoying and painful when they start trying to rearrange portions of OUR head. Any other questions before I put those two into timeout for acting like children?"