[ She's struggled with a balance between her vicious desire for control and her more pragmatic appreciation for the world's chaos. She had been guided, grown, into a twisted knot of self-protection, giving way to the influences of others at a shallow level to appease them. All the while keeping the true kernel that is she hidden in the icy depths of an unreachable center. These ways and are no longer effective. Too much was changing around her, she could not keep pace to it, and as her sense of control slipped, so did her cruelty, her hunger for power.

She is less greedy, when she does not feel so threatened. Although there is always something dark flickering beneath even her softest veneers. Ilde Vilmaine is the Godking's acolyte, there is nothing to be done for it.]

I thought I understood better than I did.

[ She was humble in admitting what she did not know, as there was so much, but somehow the young hosts as a group had built an expectation that seeped out into them all. She examines that concept, intrigued, but she doesn't have the words to express it intelligently, it will have to remain a curiosity, for now. ]

I expect... my point of view to continue to change. Now that I see its impermanence.

[ Maybe he isn't the one to talk to about that, this man dug in stubborn like a tick in the bowels of the Station... ]