*Jillian smiles, and turns towards the pair.*
Jillian: The 'white,' are those who serve the Dark tower, which is the the center of all creation... Your world and mine are all on different spectrum's of the tower. It's purpose is to hold back the darkness, the prim, which is chaos and destruction.
*She scratches the back of her neck, not realizing how hard it is to explain the Dark Tower.*
Jillian: My home's lose was devastating, same as the death of all my people... but as long as the tower stands, then so will I.
*John walks up to Laura, and pokes her shoulder. She makes a audible ow, and backs away.*
John: You're a shitty liar Nia, I knew it was you from the start!
Laura: Don't touch me!
John: Take off the disguise already!
*He goes to poke her, but Laura grabs John's hand with unnatural speed. Her tone changes to a cold tone, and a slight growl comes from her throat.*
Laura: I told you not to touch me... John.
*John smiles, then looks pained as Laura pops his writs out of it's socket. She looks towards Beatrix.*
Laura: This is none of your concern.