"So, it is true, V'elen. You've lost yourself? Is that it. You've let this... this<em>human,</em>they're called? You've let this fleshy, mortal human take control? You've just simply abandoned everything? You're not even listening to me?!" She snarls, and the vicious fangs appear again, for just a heartbeat, before she composes herself. Then, she focuses, as if talking to draiss, himself, for the first time in several minutes. "You, then. Very well, I shall explain, since V'elen sees fit to keep you ignorant. V'elen, along with the two others, were brought here, to infiltrate your existence, and tear it apart from the inside, using the fleshy shells to survive. We knew they wouldn't last more than a fraction of a cycle, but we figured that would suffice. What we did not account for was one of them being torn to pieces, and scattered, and another turning traitor! We need this... this!" she says, gesturing to everything around her, "Eliminated, because it not only cuts into our precious, dwindling territory, but, if left unchecked, will continue to grow and consume, until there is nothing left for us! It is a threat to our continued existence, and must be eliminated, at all costs!"