Evony produces a toothy smile as she flexes her fingers, producing an array of razor sharp talons, capable of slicing through skin and bone like a hot...knife through butter.“Bring it,” she says.The Xenobiote hybrids attack all as one. Evony fights hard, slashing and tearing, wounding and killing. By the time it is over, Evony has left a trail of destruction in her wake. Bodies of dead or wounded Xenobiotes lie in heaps, blood is splattered on the walls, floor and ceiling. Evony stands in the. Maybe she’d survive this after all.I could use help to maintain the mask.“After this happened” I pointed at the scarring on the side of my head “I’ve lost nearly all capacity for emotion. I have no feelings about you at all, good or bad, except concern for what you’ve put the children through. Your decision making for the last year or so has been ... less than optimal.”I paused as she considered the meaning of that. Now to give her the choice.“The only real emotions I seem to have at all now. I met Jeremy ‘Jez’ Parker during my second semester at University. It was a cliché to say that our eyes met across a crowded room, but it was perfectly true. The room happened to be the University refectory at a busy lunchtime. I was waiting in line to be served when I felt that curious prickly sensation you get when it feels like someone is watching you. At first I ignored it, but when it didn’t go away I turned around to see who was staring at my back… and looked straight into the bluest pair. Come on. It's not that bad." Not that bad?" Oneone cried, "What do you know about it? I've been in this godsforsaken land for three summers now. Not one man has pursued me for his sport. I have let them approach close, enticed them with my charms, but as soon as I bolt, they let me go. Or they give half-hearted chase, or they shout for me to come back, offer me clothing or psychiatric help, whatever that is. What has happened to me that I am not worth pursuing anymore? Is it erosion?" No, no,".