"What's what like? The power?" Glory asked, much calmer than before but still tense.
"Well I've gotta say its... nice, a warm, calming sensation or a boiling, eager sea of anger, flame and want for fun and, well, glory, dependent on how I am feeling, even when not in use. It feels natural, like if I lost it i'd be losing an important part of myself." She explained.
"Hello." Massacre said, waving back to the two Bailey's
"Oh, too bad." Hope said with mild, yet real, disappointment. "I feel they would've gone well with me." She explained. "Hmm, an elf you say? Can't say we've ever encountered your species on our travels except for in fantasy. And yes, my name is Hope, or Silent-walker if you prefer to use my... 'given' name from the Project." She said, huffing in irritation as she said the last bit.
"So, may I inquire as to what yours is?"