"Cultist. One of the terrorists who attacked the refugees we were shepherding to safety." A funny way to put it, shepherding. In a way, she still feels responsible for what happened, as if it were her duty not only to guide those scared people but to defend them from attack. The cultists attacking wasn't just an offense to basic morality, but to her and her responsibility to others.

She watches as he sits, remembering again how deceptively far from human he is. It's easy to forget sometimes, so painfully obvious other times.

"So no, not Ohm. Human, at least if you can qualify as such without a soul." She still feels guiltier over dragging Daniel into it than she does the act itself.