Delila scowled as she considered her options. She had been looking forward to getting Thraxius to bind this thing but it had caged him in a prison of memories. She also didn't really know how to call out to Sarah besides shouting. But she was far from defenseless. Delila had a lifetime of pain to twist her into the woman she was. All those memories were blades that could be removed from her soul and driven into the machine spirit.<br/><br/>"<em>Right then. I bet my real memories are worse than your fake ones!</em>" Determined the Navigator, bringing her own set of images to bare and sending them towards the machine.<br/><br/><em>She was 8 years old. Young. Surrounded by robed white haired figures. They were family. Trusted. Not for long...</em><br/><br/>((OOC: Attack! I'm not sure what to roll. Willpower is defense so... perception? Roll whatever for me ))