"Huh?" I vocalised, confused. "You are a serial killer? Am I talking to Keyla or one of these 'others' that I just learnt about?" The beast looked away and for some reason I felt like it blushed.
"It is Keyla, Apollo." Keyla said, her voice deep and gravely. "My Keyla? Short little thing? Absolute ball of sunshine and rainbows Keyla? My little life of the party, Keyla, is a serial killer?"
I then turned to Jewel for some clarity. "She isn't talking about hive stuff is she? Because that doesn't count." Jewel responded simply. "She was murdering her own kind before my cultist found her."
I turned back to the creature that was now Keyla and could only see a maw, dripping with the Psionic blood that perpetually seeped off her form. I opened my mouth to say something, but paused as I thought I would need support to listen to the bombshell that was just dropped on me.