Molkrii closed her eyes under her mask. "Furor. You provided me a new life. I am forever indebted to you for this, but..." She took off the helm to reveal an elegant face and finely sculpted features.
"I am sorry to say that I cannot accept this one command. It is true, they hate what they do not understand," she looked over at the Mage Hunter, still standing in his vulnerable suit, "Yet they are naïve. They do not know the pains and strivings of our kind. I was tempted to slay them all, to gain my one true desire, but then, I realized." Her voice wavered, having become much more lyrical and beautiful now that the helm didn't autotune it into emotionless robotic speech.
"My desire was only to be accepted, to have someone to believe in me. To trust me. And I may have betrayed their trust at first, but they accepted me nonetheless. This , I believe, is my wish. The only thing I would want is to be in service again, for I wish not to be as I was before, killing only on my own whims. This is why," Molkrii lowered herself to one knee and placed her helm next to her.
"My wish is to be in the Daemon Furor's service until I am no longer needed, and then to return to a world not ravaged by war, but in an era of love and peace." She looked over at her new friends, and a tear blossomed in her eyes. It ran partway down her pale cheek before freezing. Molkrii lifted the ice off with one flick, sending it in frozen windy tendrils across the machine.
"And, of course, I do have one more wish. I would like for my friends to be able to have whatever they would wish for. I do believe that is the selfless thing to do. And with that last statement, Furor, I am yours to command, if you will accept me."