"I was sick of not feeling anything,  any emotion or my magic! Magic is to Angels as technology is to Demons. We are nothing without it!" Sasha argued. Sasha shifted into a very moody looking panther. She curled up on the floor of the tent and with a snarl directed at Sephiroth she fell asleep. Anuriel looked on. "Foolish she might be,  but she might make a great queen one day if she pulls her head in. "

"I sense sadness in you, one who looks like Dovah." Vulanyolved said, looking at T'vor.