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Aileen couldn't help but shake as she set Aramay back in the water. "If the job I've done "hiding" is so piss poor, as you've put it, how is it I've managed to get through school and part of college, doing what I do best, without any of you lot knowing about me?" She hissed right back, her accent cold and thick with anger-- and fear. "As for this one, I've been looking for a way to help her. It seems, however, that you've made her completely dependent on you. A fool's move, really. If you want a weapon, then why make it so she can't function solo? You want her to live, to thrive, right? After all, a lot of money would have been put into her. Into all of them. So you tell me how to help her, keep her alive. And I let you leave here."

More sense than sight, the darkness wavered around her. Idiot, her inner healer screamed, Exhausting yourself on a fool's errand... If you aren't careful, you'll be stuck here, in a house full of people who despise you... With that in mind, her tone softened. "You're like us.... aren't you? I bet by now you're reaching a limit. If you keep this up, you won't be able to escape, will you? Why don't you show yourself...? Can't do much in this form for her, anyway, can you?"