Prisma didn't respond to Jenso's criticisms, taking them in stride. His next question was blunt, but he had a simple answer to match.

	"They are gone," Prisma answered, referring both to Yzeira's people, and his home world. "They are gone," He said again. "Gone.."

	Prisma's body began to decay more rapidly now. His right arm was completely dissolved, and his core crept closer towards his head to avoid losing its ability to communicate. It didn't want to die.

	[b]"I don't want to die," [/b]Prisma croaked, [b]"I don't want to die. [/b][b]I don't[/b] wa[b]nt t[/b]o di[b]e[/b]. I d[b]on[/b]'t wa[b]nt[/b] to.. [b]Die[/b].. I[b] don't[/b].. Want to.. [b]D[/b]i[b]e[/b].."