Looking at the young man leading them, I open my mouth to speak. (T.L. Not sure about this
one, it seem like he open his mouth to get stab? does that make sense?) Suddenly, pain
spreads through me. At the same time, the ground beneath me has become a puddle of blood,
my blood. It makes me a bit happy. When was the last time that I was wounded?
“I have not done any evil deeds to Humankind, as far as my memories serve me. In fact, I
think of myself as an allies to you Humans. So answer me, why?”