"Soldiers have rarely won wars. They more often mop up after the barrage of epidemics.
Vibryo Duponte
He’s very right, was the start of the telepathic message that she sent to Aria, I’m starting to see that sir Chron there isn’t just any old machine. The more he shows me about what he’s discovered….well, he certainly wasn‘t built to be a glorified toaster oven. And as for myself, I’m a natural born predator. He doesn’t know it yet, she continued as she looked toward Chron before putting her attention back on Aria, but I have to hunt and often. I don‘t know why I have to do it but it‘s just a strong urge that I can‘t deny. Besides, I put myself in harms way nightly so you certainly have nothing to apologize for. She wasn’t sure if Aria could understand her or not but if she could then she would be able to hear the smile in the words. There was a smile on Vee’s face now as she tried to comfort the woman but it only looked like she was snarling and showing her teeth.
When Chron mentioned getting Aria to her room she stood and waited to follow them. I kind of destroyed the shelf that was hiding your room back here. I’ll fix it as soon as possible. I promise, she thought toward Aria. She was starting to recover and could have changed back but decided to stay as she were in case someone else wanted to pop up. Even though she wanted to spend time with Chron she didn’t mind the thought of getting to sink her claws into something. The muscles in her extremities twitched as she thought about digging into some soft flesh or the feel of ripping through something metal and the sound that came with it. A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine, though she did hope that if any other unfriendlies were to stop by that they would wait until after breakfast.
The epidemics get the blame for defeat. The Generals get the credit for victory. It ought to be the other way around."
~ Hans Zinsser