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"So I see... what you sug-gest," she says with a sigh. Her tone and body language becoming unreadable. She stands up and picks up a mirror and looks deeply at her reflection, squinting her eye. "I should simply... make more... Ex-al-ted..."

"I fig-ured that was the... case. When I... first took com-mand of them... their pres-sence soothed me, satiated the hunger some... perhaps more would... cure me... make me whole again... es-pec-ially that... blessed girl..." She lowers the cloth on her covered eye and looks back to Jonathan, the eye was missing, only a scarred socket, a phantasmic glow like a burning flame is all that fills it, a trait most associated to the tyrant usurper, Balor, yet she stands now in a form that is almost human, unlike the image first seen. "You... have been use-ful... and kind... un-ex-pected... ma-gic users of my time were... diff-er-ent... were con-de-scend-ing... arr-o-gant..."

She looks down and narrows her eyes before lifting her head again, staring directly at Jonathan with a piercing gaze. "If I... were to take you to them... the Ex-alt-ed... could you... make a cure from their... ess-ence?"