Draiss felt his emptiness abruptly disappear in a flash of rage, but he beat it down as ruthlessly as he could. "I would ask you to remember what you know about me, and then ask if that question was necessary or if you wanted to get one last kick in. The good news is that I already have the template of you, though I will need to store it soon before it fades, since I can't confirm it is correct anymore. Also, the taint is gone, so don't take too long before filling it. And I will bid you adieu, since you two obviously would rather be alone."<br/><br/>He paused to see if they had anything else to say, before porting out to the shadow stalker group that was setting up a small camp in a secluded valley, and dispatching survey drones. He waved off the leader, knowing it already had the tasks well in hand and didn't need a status report. He sent the two original flowers to Mordin, along with the twenty copies he had created, before sitting down at the edge of the camp, and barely pulsing his power, letting the gnoll know where the camp was so his people would be able to avoid it. That part of their deal done, he headed back to the domain, appearing in his lab, not bothering to make a copy, it was clear that her admission was a pity gesture, and he would sooner slit his own throat than accept someone else's pity for a situation like that. He took several deep breaths, calming himself, before sending out feelers into his power, trying to find any other prophets that he had accidentally created when he had come to his senses, so he could figure out whether or not they needed to be released or rescued.