She seemed so sincere in her words when she mentioned the cons of war. I could see it in her gaze as she sat there on the floor, thinking, I assume, on the war-torn past between that of the Demoi and the human race. And while it was quite obvious that this white siren was definitely no more a fan of the Demoi than we were of her kind, I could feel the emotions emanating from her; and they were emotions that granted me, not only quizzical but surprised. What was most ironic is the fact that she seemed to be consumed with more regret and guilt than anything. It was a strange thing to witness coming from such a being that, in my years of experience, were always trained as mindless weapons with only one goal; to kill.
Indeed, it was a bloody one-the war between the humans resistance and the D
