A lot of the tech-clergy bragged about having no flesh weaknesses. Toros always pitied them as poor souls knew nothing of themselves, their weaknesses always uncovered by the others in ways cruel and dramatic. Fortunately, Toros had tallied up hers pretty well.

Thrumbofur. One of the frontier worlds on the coreward rim has been a natural habitat for a breed of rare, long-living, white-maned beasts. They just so happened to produce some of the gentlest, softest leather known to Toros, something interacting with her skin in a way so right that she had cautiously ordered several biochemical and psyonic investigations into why. After those ended inconclusively, she admitted that, apparently, she happens to be a being of refined tastes. Thrumbofur lines integrated into the most unassuming robes were her personal weakness and she never found a reason to hate herself over it. Especially since she left herself another thread-through robe to calm down after the stress of getting reborn.

It wasn't designed to calm down the level of stress that one experiences after getting trapped for days in decanter pod, watching herself die a couple more times and getting interrogated by a bolter-wielding nun. It did its best, though.

She shook her head, clearing up her thoughts. She bought herself some time and dignity, but that was in no way a safe place to be.

"Independent is an ugly word, Sister. Lady Hollzenstein is maybe the only one truly independent being in the whole Houndclaw and, Omnissiah be my witness, we could use less independence around here. Still, we all have to suffer her for another couple of decades, even going by the most optimistic divinations. I've always thought she was going to leave her mark in the Houndclaw history, never figured out that it would be such a dark one.", Secunda winced as she slowly paced around the laboratory, leaning above the dead bodies. "Here are Tertius and Quadrantis Toros, my third and fourth bodies, backup plans that never quite came into play. The very fact that I am awake means that my first body ceased its functions as well. Pity. A lot of good bionics are going to need some deep cleaning."

She kneeled on one knee against the decapitated Tertia, examining the blood splatters.
"We were reactivated after the data-djinnis registered that the first body suffered a termination of biological functions. Access recognition protocols went haywire - didn't recognize me as Archmagos, tried restoring Archmagos again, activated Tertia, didn't recognize her, activated Quadrantis, didn't recognize him, left us closed in the pods for a couple of days.", Secunda waved her hand unsuredly. "I've had some deep talks with myself using just blinking and gestures. Quadrantis even figured out some jokes. We almost agreed that Tertia should've been the one activated, the other two should've gone into stasis until I had my run in the third subject body. Yet, alas, I, Archmagos Toros, happen to survive in the second body. Subject "Secunda". Good, stable, if unambitious prototype. You can call me that, for the time being, Kora of the Sacred Rose."