The flash of a smile from Elohim is rather stunning to be quite honest. I am struck by the realization that I am not certain I had ever seen the dark beast smile before. Always he is solemn, somber almost, with an intensity that some might find uncanny or alarming. It never bothered me but I was vibrant enough for the both of us. The fire that Elohim had seen in me was forever there - it was born burning from the moment Aithne had decided to conceive, from the moment Praetor had touched me and Lazarus in turn. I was born a fighter, a leader, and nothing could ever douse that. Smiles come easy to me despite the hardship and pain I had went through. It is an odd thing for me to notice the way he changes yet it makes him seem completely different. Foreign. My eyes narrow slightly on him, my intensity sharpening to something akin to his own.

My tirade must have sunk into his skull, however, as he nods slowly at me. It relaxes my muscles because I think he understands finally. Understands that Iromar was once home to the Demon blood and now houses more demons to me than I had ever imagined. It had once more become tainted since the valiant fight and change my mother had instilled. I knew what she had done for the Moors. Everyone talked about it to me when I traveled and trained. Elohim murmurs words after me and I nod encouragingly at him at each, as if we are having our own private conversation. Yes, my brother and Aranck, both names precious to me in certain ways. One because it fuels my desire to protect and the other because it creates an inferno that wants only to destroy.

Only he stands up suddenly and states, calmly, boldly. I will go to Iromar.

I makes me stand up suddenly, legs stiff and straight as I glare at him in shock. It melts into something like hope before it flickers, dies, and changes into a stern expression reminiscent of my own mother. "What? You can't.." I start, spluttering to a stop midway as he interrupts. I will kill Aranck. Now my tail rises and a low growl builds because the idea... it makes me want to go to. To rip out the throat of this shadowy figure that haunts me. But then I am thrown because Elohim changes tactics once more.

"Memories can't be removed," I answer flatly, although I do recognize what he is trying to achieve. I just don't think Elohim understands the depth of the pockets my memories had carved. But it is his last statements that see my fairly trembling figure go completely still, eyes wide and unseeing for a moment. "Elohim, what do you mean go with you?" Each word comes out rather slowly, stupidly almost, as my mind takes a long time to puzzle out what he means. What he intends. I can't see it because my youth blinds me, my path set so firm in the soil and the stars. "I can't go anywhere, this is my home now. I am Queen - Empress - here and Halcyon needs me. But I--- I thought you were coming here too. Why is you wish me to go?"