"When they were desperate they used me as a tool," Veira murmured, resting the instrument lightly against the table. Turning towards Gerard who stood there listening to every word.
"They were desperate, losing to the enemy so they had to make a deal with the devil," She spat, her face grimacing at the memory of it, "It blinded them, they wanted power, so i gave it to them,"
"But in the face of their lives hanging before them, they are cowardly, screaming as I slit the rubbery barrier that holds all those sensitive bits that keeps us alive~" She took her gloves off, the pair hitting the table with a soft thud.
"Did you know, among all the races on this god forsaken planet we are the only ones that can survive being cut open like that, some longer than others," She laughed, "So then with that knowledge I wondered, what would happen if I tweak this– moved this, or maybe…"
