[Salone]

Na'lsa sat in silence. Too much silence. He had not spoken a word since draping himself in skin that wasn't his. For the time being he possessed a moment of clarity. A moment to comprehend just what he had become.

He took in the contents of the APC. What was left of their ragtag little group seemed to be much different than the meager group of mortals he had encountered when they began. He himself had changed, for he would not even be who he was if it had not been for them. If it had not been for...Lev. The man he had manipulated. Latched on to. Fed off of. And even now, the mortal seemed to clutch to the back of his mind. Changed, but somehow alive through everything he had put him through. With this in mind, he decided to retire, to digest and comprehend his own being...

Lev vomited as he found himself in what was left of his 'body'. More of a mixture of himself and Cain, woven patterns meeting where different skin came together. Unable to keep his stomach together, he vomited again as his mind replayed everything he had witnessed. The devouring of Cain by half the party left his stomach empty as he heaved nothing but air. It was sickening.

Through matted hair he took in the rest of the group, eyes focusing on no one in particular as he spoke.

"By God, we are a sad sack of monsters.'