"Call me hypocritical if you like, say I'm making excuses if you must, but just like Sidi, I truly abhor this instinct that, for you Humans, is as simple and natural as eating and drinking."
Elliog stared impassively at Fisher before her, and spoke calmly,
"When I first came into being, I had yet to realize this. On the contrary, I exhausted myself without exhaustion, like a bottomless pit of desire, in gratifying my nature. For that, I once roamed everywhere to fight the strong, to fight the weak. I could do my utmost to defeat Elves and Angels, and I could also wield weapons with skill to overcome Humans far beneath me. In those days, day and night I was steeped in the ecstasy of victory over others, relishing the baseness of those so inferior to me, washing my triumph in the blood of their defeat..."
Her words echoed through the quiet library, as if, in that moment, they were scouring and polishing bright the long-dusty armor and weapons stored within her fortress.
