He snorted in amusement, glad he had gotten the piece into place, before sitting down, his back against the newly fixed wall, the exterior fixed, and he figured he would work on the interior after he rested a bit. "Honestly? An anomaly caused by a ritual magic accident involving Beyonders, in a short, pithy phrase. There were eight of us of varying power. There are currently five left. Myself and another are allied against another pair, and the last one seems to be working alone but against me, though I haven't heard from that one in nearly a decade. I am the most powerful, though I really just want to be left alone, though my opposite wants to do... something, I won't put words into her mouth. I respect her that much, though perhaps respect is the wrong word for the outright detesting we have for each other."<br/><br/>He looked at his arms, and shrugged. "Not entirely sure why you thought I was twisted, though you are certainly more correct in that accusation than you would know. And likely prefer it that way."<br/><br/>He stared at her for a moment, before shrugging and deciding to be frighteningly honest again. "So, what can I do for you to prove I am not a threat to you or yours?"