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"The volatile genetic make-up of the Zeroan race courses through my cells. I exhibit the unnatural abilities that come from someone of my race. I am also an evolutionary dead end. Through generations of in-breeding and evolutionary hurdles, my very DNA is tearing apart at the seams. With every day of my continued existence, another piece of the biological programming that composes my very existence tears away forever, leaving me more and more a tattered doll worn from years of neglectful play.
"To stitch together my decrepit form, I must be sealed away in a automated suit. My limbs and organs are held together with metal and plastic, allowing me to perpetuate my wretched existence.
"My very existence is little more than an affront to the laws of the universe. What little enjoyment I receive comes from relishing this fact."
"I cannot turn my eye in disinterest, for my eye reaches all around me. Close this eye and it merely reopens itself to the world, hungering for the knowledge that so tears at my soul. Suffering surrounds me and lies are an inescapable prison. I see while craving to be blind, and it only furthers my concern and pity for those around me ignorant to their falsified existences."
"Body language speaks in tongues one's ears cannot comprehend. A wink at the right moment, a nervous twitch, a sigh under one's breath-- these are words in a language few are fluent. A soft touch to one's shoulder can reveal an entirely different vocabulary, as one's pulse and temperature pulls away any illusions of bravery one attempts to cast upon lesser senses. Even one's aroma can betray secrets, as the body's chemistry secretes adrenaline at a rate only one with my ability to translate can comprehend.
"I see through your lies. You claim to be interested in our ideals. You claim to understand what we stand for, but body tells me otherwise. You have seen more of the truth than you so desired before our meeting. You believed us to be revolutionaries, and you have found us to be nothing more than genocidal maniacs wanting to destroy everything you feel is beautiful in the world.
"You are correct.
"We are bitter. We are enraged. We are committed to the destruction of the lies that Pharaoh created. We shall wipe the canvas clean, ridding the world of everything that is a lie so that those who remain shall be free of Pharaoh's lie.
"We are the end, and your body tells me you fear the finale."
"This body of mine is truly the apex of Zeroan genetics. While little more than scraps and sinew, it is also a vessel of immense power. As I shed myself from my armor, exposing my doll-like form to the world, my body surges with unbridled fury. While I may be an unfettered whisp, I am also freed of my mechanical isolation.
"My limbs tremble with Golem-like strength and shake with unnerving speed. Outside of my self-imposed bodily exile, I am a lord of death. I move with etheral accuracy and crush my foes with untold might. Naturally, my broken body is naked to the world and all of its wiles, but allow me some arrogance by saying that few can rival my physical prowess when I shed my shell and reveal my true nature.
"And you shall witness that truth."
Flakes of skin broke from her body and drifted to the ground like so many snowflakes.
With the last piece of her armor floating to the ground, Ravenna dashed forward to the would-be recruit. The man attempted to raise his hands in defense, but Ravenna flipped in mid-stride, avoiding the defensive posture by landing her left heel on the initiate's skull. Still airborne, Ravenna thrust forward with her right knee, breaking the man's block and sending him reeling.
Ravenna landed on the ground softly, her feet touching base amiss a flurry of shredded skin from her withering body. With that blow, Ravenna gazed at the initiate with her unsettling eyes. The initiate's eyes spoke of defiance and hatred for his new foe. Ravenna smiled a smile of welcoming. A new soul had been converted to the cause of Peccavi.