"Perrrhaps I shall depart now, leave you and your kindred here to discuss matterrrrs of philosophy. I would preferrrr to keep my organs for the time being, though I will keep your offerrrr in mind. Rrremember, Thraxius - perrrspective."<br/><br/>The Kroot's chameleonic skin ripples, gradually fading until he is only a corridor-metal colored outline - only perceptible at all from already knowing exactly where to look. Clicking in amusement, he pushes off against the wall again and glides away down the corridor, bouncing off the walls every so often as he changes direction.