"So I've been upgraded from a weapon to a "something". Not a person, not a friend, a "something"." Alisa's tone remained flat, her eyes unopened, and her implants still glowing green. She was not displaying anger or annoyance, but simply pointing something out.

"That was a poor choice of words, Alistaire. But right now, I do not care. My head is hurting me terribly and my heart aches. Not that you were ever one to care about me above my breathing and ability to fight for you."