Despite his unwonted answer, Eleanor did not show too much of a reaction. She gently raised her left eyebrow, as if to acknowledge that his answer was worth investigating further - that was all.
"What does it mean for you, to 'be a monster'?" she asked, her words spoken at an entirely relaxed pace, as if there was not an ounce of urgency at the moment.
Nero, too, did not rush to answer. He took a sip of the green tea, admiring its fresh taste mixed with the mild sweetness of honey. With that flavour occupying a part of his thoughts, Nero thought back. He thought back to Perilith, to his first encounter with the Primal Exarch.
Nero thought to the chills in the air, to the tremble of the ground, to the fear that seemed to grip the dimension itself. He recalled that fear that ruled all the others when they saw it, and the shock - both mental and physical - when it chomped through his metallic spear!
