-Twilight Walker-

[SaraOConnel]

She stands idle for some time, thinking on what had been said. She smiles wryly, a familiar expression to her now, that wry look was. Not much to bring a real smile to her face in Sirius, but amusement, occasionally ... She crosses her arms ans nods slowly, not moving much otherwise.

"I suppose your answer lies in your own question ... I could have been a valuable prize for a human scientist- something he or she would love to have cut open and dissected, interesting bits and pieces placed in jars around their laboratory. Needless to say, I wouldn't particularly enjoy that, as dissection is notoriously hard to recover from."

She smiles, somehow finding humor in that thought, then letting her eyes wander across the hybrids features, curious- if not outright wonder emanating from her at the form of his body.

"And, yes I suppose I could have simply locked myself away, drifted into the far reaches of some obscure system, surely. I suppose I could have kept company with my AI, teaching it, growing old and eventually dying with it ... But I thought I had found humans with a ... cause. A reason to fight, reasons for what they did ... But, after becoming one of them, I realize that they are nothing more than ... well. Any other group a humans in this sector."

She smiles, that wry look crossing her face again.

"But ... that would seem to be rather an ... anti-climax, wouldn't you agree?"

Her eyes drift off, temporarily lost in the swirling designs and architecture of the surrounding area- her mind churning painfully as she begins to remember the destruction of the Naithir, before quickly shoving the thought back under the surface of her mind.

She looks back up slowly, a hardened sheen to her eyes as she does.

"As for the rumors I had heard of the Nomads, from the humans at least, were shocking ones, of terrifying creatures bent on the annihilation of the human race- beings without compassion or care. Monstrosities to be expunged ... Although, I heard a considerably different view from the Outcasts, who referred to them as spirits ... and it would be wise to let them be. I also noticed, that very few Outcasts had ever been openly attacked by them."

She laughs wryly again, a harsh laugh- with little humor or true mirth behind it.

"I look back on that now, realizing that human society has a tendency to alienate its enemies- and human factions have a tendency to make their enemies seem like the most evil, disgusting, vile things in existence. By reflecting on that, I slowly came to decide that perhaps these Nomads were far from the vile beings most humans tend to portray them as."

She shrugs lightly before continuing.

"So I learned, I dug, inspected ... gleaned as much as I could about the Nomads from inside Kusari ... learned from the Outcasts outside Kusari ... I had even made open conversation with beings the Outcasts referred to a 'Young Lights' ... the little ones of the Nomads. And, eventually I found something that showed promise, a bit of information what would have been commonplace awhile back. The fact that there had been a nomad-infested governor in the system of Tohoku, spreading the nomad infection through Kusari ... and whom had died at the hands of the Freelancer Edison Trent ... or rather, due to his efforts. That made me think, for a long while. Tekagi had been killed, but what became of the ones he had infested?"

She smiles wryly, her hands shifting to her hips as she bites her lip lightly, before continuing.

"Information of that caliber is hard to come by, but worthwhile, because it gave me a goal. I had spent a lot of time in Tohoku after that, the massive chunks of rock surrounding what I had assumed to be a military facility serving as excellent cover as I pieced together scraps of information I had observed from the occurrences there. And, eventually, I found something worthwhile- the fact that the Golden Chrysanthemum Pilot Amy Masako was also KNF Gunboat Captain Michiba ... not to mention the curious biological abnormalities if managed to pick up after extensive revisions ..."

She grins again, remembering the circumstances that followed the confrontation between herself and Masako.

"And ... well. I believe I found what I wanted."

She looks away again, her gaze drifting once more across the walls of the station, not lifting her eyes off them, she nods slowly, continuing.

"And yet, even then, there is so much more I'd like to know. I mean ... I don't feel simply drawn here, I find myself seeking the Wilde, Iseijin, even the Keepers ... and ... of course I still find myself drawn here, always ... Like a gentle tug at the back of my mind."