Kiernan's head tilted slightly as Numira spoke up at first, curious now that she didn't seem to recall the woman initially. Had Ixera not actually known here, but known where she came from? No, she seemed to know more than this. She had made mention of royal guards, of how it was curious the circumstances she was in. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as his gaze rested on Numira. The thought occurred to him that she may not wish to fully explain even if she did know her, but at least Numira would say if she did, right? Now that he knew of a few things Numira had seemed to avoid speaking of earlier, he wandered just what else she had held off on telling him. What else there was to the mystery of her being here. Rubbing the back of his head as some tension rejoined his body there, he let out a soft sigh. This was all rather difficult to understand.

His brows furrowed further with the image that was displayed, as well as Hecate's words. So, Hecate was also what they stood in? A creature, in a way? Maybe it was a creature and form of transport, but somehow magically created a human-like body? "Oh man," he murmured quietly under his breath, averting the gaze of Numira as he tried to reign all of this information in. How had Cara understood it so well? He sighed again. Well, she was a smart, studious woman with an eye for new, curious things. Of course. Lifting his gaze after a moment, he instead focused on something he thought to be more important. "So, this Ixera... designed weapons in Kiranes. How is it that she knew who you were right away, though?" He questioned, at least following how it was possible they knew each other up until this point. As for the ship and the technology-- that passed over his head.

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Veila felt almost... disappointed as the crystal was indeed breeched by her blade. Was it that easy? A slight frown passed over her face, though she knew relief ought to be more along her line of thought. She should have been happy to have felt success. Yet, the success wasn't real. Her gaze caught the crystal's reformation in a moment of awe, her eyes drawing wider at the sight. Magic, indeed-- this had to be, right? It appeared like it may be, though if it were, it were a higher level than she could manage. Most of Veila's technique was merely a compliment to her swiftness and way with blades.

As Kain's unit appeared at the woman's side, Veila herself lead hers to step backwards carefully, wishing for a bit more distance from those blades to better watch them. Also, to grant him some room to use with her. It appeared his approach was for not, though. Seeing him sent crashing into the ground, she froze in place for a moment, Veila's teeth gritting from inside her golem. He should've stayed back. He was not alone, however. They should have stayed back. Even as her muscles tensed, her golem took a fighting stance once more as she eyed Ixera. Now wary as she noted that she was the last pilot standing, she did not move, however. Even as the woman spoke, only discontent stirred in her gut. Why was she here, toying with them? The grip her golem held on its blades tightened, shifting tensely as her human hands would. "Go to hell," she responded briefly to the notion of being called a favorite. It didn't sit well with her in the least.

"I'm not some play-thing, experiment!" She then responded coldly to the questions, finding some understanding in them, but not finding this situation suitable. This woman held ill will for them, why question her when fighting was obviously the thing to do here? Why question what she wished for in life when they stood at opposite sides? Veila's golem slid back from the fighting stance slowly. Why push forwards when she was the last pilot left standing for now, when they needed to fall back in wake of this woman for now, when Veila had something to live for? The picture of the little boy she used to hold on her shoulders danced through her memory, the two playing across a field underneath the gray skies. The grey skies of Draskone had grown all too turbulent to remain by his side. "What are you getting out of this?" Veila instead questioned, staring down the woman warily. Her spirit hadn't budged, obvious as it could be from the venom in her voice, yet fighting didn't seem like the best thing to continue in this circumstance. She could run herself out of energy, and the woman had already shown she could one-up the other two.