Elohim looked on at the little wreck of a human being,  a creature that was bound to tread down the same path as she.  She wondered,  for a moment if perhaps she had been like her at one time.  A normal human altered by man to become a weapon,  it was unlikely her body was inorganic.  What was more,  a sentient mind would not have allowed for true integration of her programming.  The man who made her would have needed a blank slate,  or that was what she had told herself.<br/><br/>“I do not know,  that would be for you and your master to decide…  I am not privy to what you desires are.”  Once more she shook her head,  causing her shimmering gold locks to shift quickly back and forth.  “I will continue as long as I have too,  I was made to destroy supernatural threats to humanity,  and a tool that is incapable of completing it’s purpose may as well be discarded.  As such,  I will continue to fight until either there is nothing left for me to do battle with,  or as you say Christ returns and puts me to rest.”  She looked down at the little woman’s form.  “Perhaps I will be destroyed when I am no longer capable of acting as a force of destruction against the monsters,  but,  I would like to hold out hope.”  She raised one of her eyebrows ever so slightly.  “Will you please forgive my ignorance…  but, what is love?”  She felt a twinge of terror inside, the last time she showed her ignorance to normal human interaction she was verbally assaulted, she did not want to happen again.<br/><br/>“As you wish…”  She whispered,  and turned on the water the initial blast of cold fluid crashed against their bodies before it began to heat up.  She wrapped her hand tightly around the little loofah and coated it with soap and began to scrub Ennea’s flesh.