Amid a torrent of whispers, the Advisor's voice returns. A blue mist materialized into the form of a pale woman surrounded by glyphs and small images. She dismissed most of them, turning her attention to the threads of light being drawn to her from the flesh near the Warwolf.
"Have we told you, yet, of the divine paradox that Darkness has presented us? Look upon this, which converts the polluted energy made in a rudimentary metal stomach into a higher state of energy, not unlike our own. Yet, they do not feed their masses with this energy. They do not learn to feed on the stars, they do not teach themselves the paths of the cosmos. They do not strengthen themselves with this glimpse of that which is far beyond them, instead choosing to destroy themselves and others. Surely, from what we have studied, their greed would drive the final goal of feeding themselves? They have even named that greed, calling it "Human Nature", yet they do not indulge themselves, instead choosing to destroy all."
As the Advisor spoke, the threads of light formed into models of various parts of the Warwolf. Some of them were dismissed, others kept, and others were changed to fit together. Despite the tone of frustration with which Sh'ozak recounts the lack of sense with which humanity wields themselves, she seems satisfied with what she's found.
"That which you have brought us will aid greatly in cleansing these waters. We shall take the idea that they have thrown about and rebuild it in the greater capacity of our knowledge." She turned to lock eyes with La'Row. "And for you, how have you fared? Your consciousness has not faded, and you do not seem weary."
