Never did I think that I would run into another daughter of my companions. I thought them to be extinct, their blood lost to the passage of time and their memories dust–only ever remembered as one of the heroic souls that fought alongside Nightsilver. But what do we have here now? Another tormented soul who doesn't recognize the curse of her flesh. Oh, how pitiful, if I could, I would reach through the unbeing of purgatory and remind her, what rancid purpose her ancestry served.
But alas, bound to chains as a monster, doomed to witness the passage of eternity, the only thing I can do is watch the girls fight amongst themselves. At least one of them knew about their curse; the other? She remained pitifully unaware of her true self.
