[Salone]

Lev let the conversation drop, leaning down as he stepped in to the APC. He unslung his beaten rifle from his shoulder, resting it gingerly against the wall. Taking a seat on the cool floor, he tried to rest and regain his composure before he had to face Kasdeja again. His walls had crumbled slightly, and he was trying to rebuild them.

I want out.

Lev recoiled slightly, head slightly dizzy from the frankness of Na'lsa.

"Then come out, demon."

I am a son of God! But I am not fully ascended. I...have difficulty with this body. I need a catalyst to assume control.

Lev nodded, smirking to himself. He knew he must look insane, conversing with himself. But truth be told he was more himself in this moment, his own man, than ever before.

"Then you will be you, and I will be me."