Israfel watched the memories flow into his mind and reflected on past events he had no part in.
Something they got from a different Mindshare, a different Hive... Fascinating. The access to archives was still possible to obtain with ORIN's aid. The desperate gesture of sharing the Black Channel's copy with Auxesia could be avoided, then, but there was no use crying over spilled milk.
A familiar feeling of rejuvenation and fresh energy enveloped him. His appearance changed for a moment, revealing him as more of a shape of swirling colors, of deep lilac, dark blue, yellow and amaranth, his poor control of psychic power manifesting itself. His seemingly clawed hand wiped a featureless face and it was all gone. Only a human remained. Israfel sighed.
– So right now our best bet is to reach out to ORIN... – he said, looking down.
He paid no heed to the Fae for now, thinking of what this all could mean for the future. And yet he spoke as Juliet finished her part:
– Considering what I know, it seems to me that you have learned much, too much from humans. Or so a K'Hara would say, – he looked at both women intently. – Do I misunderstand the nature of Nomads completely? Saturnia, were they more like us originally?
