Trey shakes his head, confused by the options before him. His gaze drops to his untouched glass of water, which is now lukewarm. "I don't know," he whispers, just loud enough to be heard, "I just...know I have to figure something out. I have to make things right. I'd rather die trying than waste away, another victim. Or...not exist at all."
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"Well, that would make two of us," Terenia says with a rare smile, "Or four, depending on how you're counting. Don't know about Mike, but my host is a bit insane, though Efaen would never admit it. And me, well...we all know I'm completely bat **** crazy." Her smile widens and she laughs, a sound which feels unnatural to her, yet oddly pleasant. She makes her way over to the nearest wall, leaning back against it and sliding down until she is in a sitting position, staring up at Corliss. It is a completely unprotected position - if he were to attack for some reason she wouldn't be able to pull her Dracon fast enough to retaliate. This passes through her mind briefly, but she brushes it aside.
"You-I mean, I think....we..." she hesitates, not used to putting effort into what she says, to getting the words right. Her brow furrows in frustration at her lack of eloquence. "Thanks for coming to my ship with me," she manages to choke out at last, feeling completely lame.