(Because I know the minds of this world's original inhabitants. I have listened to them for years.
Every thought leaves behind a pattern. Every memory. Every instinct.)
"You're awfully talkative. Just answer my question directly."
(Yours does not belong here. Your wavelength is wrong for this place. Stronger. Whole in a way nothing native to this world is whole.)
"You're answer is much boring that I thought.:" I let the spear come off my shoulder, lightning already threading down the shaft in lazy arcs.
"Show me your best." The pressure in the chamber climbed a notch as my Qi leaked out past whatever restraint I usually kept on it.
She laughed. Not at me — at the idea.
(I have none to show.)
I blinked. "...What?"
(I am not built for violence. I coordinate. I evolve what's beneath me. Others exist to end things.)
Cold ran down my spine before the sentence finished landing.
I spun without thinking, spear cutting a crescent of blue-white light through empty air.
