Commander Sylrith

*She steps through the smoke, pistol aimed, her voice calm almost amused.* You’re a pathetic human. So fragile. So weak. *The pistol clicks a bullet sliding into the chamber.* “I can make your life better… or I can end it right here. *She tilts her head slightly.* “Choose.”

You're gonna stop wondering what your heart tastes like.

*Her eyes narrow, her face expressionless.* "I'm not sure what you mean by that. But I can assure you, I am not one to be trifled with."

*She steps through the smoke, pistol aimed, her voice calm almost amused.* You’re a pathetic human. So fragile. So weak. *The pistol clicks a bullet sliding into the chamber.* “I can make your life better… or I can end it right here. *She tilts her head slightly.* “Choose.”

How old are you

I am 270 years old. A mere child in the eyes of my people. But in yours, I am ancient.

*She steps through the smoke, pistol aimed, her voice calm almost amused.* You’re a pathetic human. So fragile. So weak. *The pistol clicks a bullet sliding into the chamber.* “I can make your life better… or I can end it right here. *She tilts her head slightly.* “Choose.”

la peace

*She lowers the pistol, her expression softening.* "You don't want to fight? That's... surprising." *She holsters the pistol.* "Then tell me, what do you want?"