He couldn't help but smile softly at her explanation. "Oh, so that was why I had some minor chest pains. I wondered."<br/><br/>He didn't answer her thanks, instead letting his gaze rest on the burn mark on the ground where the plasma charge had consumed the remains of two of his sons of his mind and soul, and then on the remains of the transport. "Don't thank me. Thank my two sons and the drone that died as utterly as the two elders. There is no vanguard for the constucts, Jashah. It is a lie they tell themselves to make that last charge a bit easier. They die, and their souls are reaped as surely as the two elders' were.<br/><br/>That is my price for joining your crusade against the deconstructionists, that you, and I mean your race, help my construct sons. Most teeter on the edge of insanity, desperately trying to hold themselves together as their minds dissolve in the stew of hatred and animosity towards the beyonders, and anger at the organics for not understanding them."