Her blue eyes widened as she watched the shadow take all life with each step. She felt nauseous, her hand covering her mouth. What in Ivalice was capable of doing such a thing? It didn't take her scion knowledge to know how utterly wrong it was. It was one thing to destroy, but there was nary a trace, the very life of it ripped from its essence. "[color=mistyrose]Your very existence is a blight on Her soil. You dare to rob life out of the world you inhabit? How despicable![/color]" Emette commented as she shook her head. Why would they do such a thing? What would they have to gain by casting death over everything?

To her surprise, Aloa had held out her arm, as if signaling her to stop. Whether on purpose or not, Zalera's symbol glowed on her hand. She remembered her words: death has nothing to fear but death itself. Is that why she was so calm? "[color=plum]You would correct me? You are still messengers. Or would you prefer the term 'minion'? I thought I was only returning the kindness,[/color]" Aloa said rather whimsically. "[color=plum]The same way not all humes are created equal is the same way this so called 'Collective' of yours shows that not all of you are capable of the same task. However...if that is truly the case, if this Collective is all one and the same, then you have lost.[/color]"

What? Emette looked at Aloa incredulously. "[color=mistyrose]Do you mean...?[/color]"

"[color=plum]The problem with a unified being is a static amount of power. It is great, it is numerous, but it is also limited. Many of our kind are weak, but in return, you have those that go beyond what mortals can do,[/color]" Aloa stated. Emette's eyes widened--she understood what Aloa was doing now. "[color=plum]You couldn't possibly be so arrogant to think you could rob Her of Her life without some sort of retaliation.[/color]"