Alvios sighed through his nose. Still without reason, it seemed. Talking to her like a normal person wasn't going to get him anywhere. Whether she was always like this or simply twisted beyond reason by something the Order did, didn't matter. He was shifting his stance constantly, always being sure to face her without opportunity of a flank. He didn't bother explaining himself to her any further; he had tested to see if she grasped what he said before, and she wouldn't grasp what he said now. Still, he needed her, either dead or helpful.

	[color=mediumorchid]"I ask again. Why are you here? I'm not asking about your purpose, I'm asking why you bothered to come to this wasteland. To bother me? To kill me? Or is there something you actually want to know, because your boss is kind of planning on destroying the universe, and I presume you aren't here to take me back to him."[/color]