Cassius stood up with a Grin. "Silly, the Clysmian brought you here... And I don't know why..." He somewhat twirled playfully on the seat, flipping off of it as he stood closer, tilting his head at the demon. "We call you 'Demon'... Those who can have the feel can identify you if they cannot have the sight. To many, you'd appear as a normal human... To me... Maria... And everyone touched by the Clysmian... Are capable of seeing." Cassius smile dropped. "I am a sage, and it is tradition that Lumyians bare the name of their home world as a middle name, Kinship last as any standard family... That is unless you are a product number..." He muttered before spinning out of view somewhat on his tiptoes- the boots being rather gentle enough for such a motion.

Monica spoke up. "Before you... Interrupt again... He does not even know what the Clysmian is... [i]None [/i]of us do!" She exhaled. "But... from field research... I can verify [i]onne [/i]thing... And one thing only..." She tapped her wrist as a hologram projected in front of them. "This is the Island... Very simple shape... except for the large divider..." She showed where it seemed to be torn by the beach area where there was sand. "You can see how this was torn, yes? And Earthquakes are not very common here... Which means an... in the Words of a sage and Witchbreed... 'Something of a greater Ethereal presence must be actively altering reality around us'... And by that, distorting and brings things about we call...- they call... A distortion..." Monica sighed. She did not even have a scientific explanation. "I don't even have a logical explanation... This world is even distorted... You have nice areas, but it brings about the creatures we cannot even comprehend... Just glad they don't wash up here..." Monica sat down. 

Roy looked to Alex, and simply looked at her change of form. He had seen a lot of his day. "If Cas was the summoner, he did a good job... But reality is. It does not make sense no matter how you look at it. So as I say... 'Smile and go the extra mile'... By that I mean I be useful to those who helped me get back into it." He flexed his arms playfully to demonstrate his activity. The fact he could breathe and eat, as well as just survive as he was. "I Seen a lot of shit as a soldier... But There are just somethings you stay awe struck at no matter how many times you take into account it is a reality..." Roy chuckled somewhat as he sat down. "Heh... Ya know... When I washed up... I thought this was some place that was to paradise... You had a younger Cas, nursing me, a somewhat sustainable environment." His smile somewhat was present, yet seemed to wane. "It hits you as you notice time progress..." He blinked as if staring off into the distance. "I just... I got older... My body changed... So... I knew I was alive... I knew this place wasn't paradise..." Roy noticed Cassius somewhat step outside. 

Monica tried to snap Roy out of his trance. "Roy, why don't you go... See what else needs to be attended to...?" She had a slight neurotic smile, yet it too faded. 

"Cassius, gave me reality. He... Might not be my absolute savor, even if just a good friend. But he is still just a child. Even if he is in the body of a grown man." He blinked once again. "I want to protect everything he helped build."

Monica interrupted. "What Roy is trying to say is... Transitioning isn't easy... but good company helps break a layer of ice... And we can understand if you want to leave. Everyone does." She thought of her brilliant blue skies as they turned into smog. A Cloud of an unending nightmare that doomed her, as well as her people. "You just have to forge on, even if how we got here makes no sense by any means of science..." She twitled her fingers a bit, fumbling to reach for her tea, the cup shaking as she held it. She took a sip. "Aah... Chomilla..." She twitched slightly. "Thank you Maria." Chomilla was a type of plant that helped relax the body in times of stress. It was efficient for remedying these broken people.

Monica took another sip. "So... You said you killed a Mage... A Magician... Right? Practitioner of Magic... Like Maria? What... Was it like?" She seemed to want to steer the questioning away from the Islanders, and to the new drifters.