*Chroma and his shapes speak as one.* "You sacrifice a life to attempt the impossible. There are solutions, but the ones we know of are grim and painful. From what I recall, I have a list..." *The Chroma raises his left hand, a holographic list appears. He then gestures to Leyla.* "The options range from slightly painful to very ugly, but these are solutions - [b]if[/b] they work - ." /LIST READS: [spoiler]-Physical reformation by Promethean Order or Forerunner Composer - sacrifice the organic shell for a better chance at living. -Sacrificing one of my own limbs, I could try to transfer her conscience into it; this would allow her to manipulate that shape into whatever she feels suits herself. -Being raised from the dead - I do not know how to do this for I am no Death Knight, let alone affiliated with Zenf -. -Conversion into a ghostly form that can still manipulate the physical realm within one's grasp. -Dissecting this rune off her body and replacing it with a substitute for that flesh. -Using a means that are not my own, I could show this outcome to you before we fought. This will damage history and the Arch known as Xor'Realius will not be amused with my defiance of history. End List, End [/spoiler] "That, unfortunately, is all I can come up with. Although I didn't mention one more variable, I -could- fashion an analog to that I was shaped as when I was first reforged to serve Kol's herald. The process may take days, and the outcome is unknown. Due to your oblivion to my, our, potential, you and your companion have flung themselves like spears at me. You, the one known as Leyla, were able to pull yourself out of my scaled plating. The other one, on the other hand, was too reckless and wasted her prowess. This loss of life could be avoided. We were not designed to eradicate. Koldraxon taught me this: 'I impose Order, or the first state of my name: Kol. I Impose-this-upon, which is the second state of my name: Dra. I thus Impose Order upon Chaos. This is my third state within my name. It is: Xon. I have an inverse-self. He is Xar Dor Kol. He is Chaos brought-unto Order.' The meaning is simple. I am simply here to enact his will, but I am Sentient; free to decide for myself. So I have chosen to offer what I can, but you thought you could eradicate a being that unfurled from a bland shell; my mind was not always that shell. With this knowledge, that you had sacrificed a life close enough to matter significantly, what of the options I can fulfill would you chose, as to cleanse her of this ailment?" *The shapes seem to hum again. The Chroma slowly walks towards Leyla, who is next to her sister. Chroma carries his own rendition of War, which has a more draconian face on it's hilt in the place of the Sentient face. This one places the blade's tip to the ground infront of him, both hands on the hilt.* "Will you save the one who is related in blood, or pray that death does not befall her sooner, for I am not Death, no, Zenf is that." *The Chroma has become quiet. He awaits a response.*