[ Rosalind wants to pounce. Boy, does she want to pounce. But he'll run away! She doesn't want that, she's been so good and patience waiting for him to come back out. Instead, she makes an excited chirp, wriggle-inching forward a scant bit. ]

Thinking of the power needed to achieve such a feat not being able to forge remembrance is interesting, in a way.

[ What made them so valuable over the Republic's own people, enough to basically kidnap them, Allelujah still doesn't know — his mind has been alight with questions since he arrived, with no signs of stopping. ]

Whatever the case may be, you, and the rest of them, are my allies now. In a fight, it's the least I can do for you.