As I observed this new person speak with the vampire, one phrase struck a chord with me. "Something more then human". Those uttering such a phrase are ignorant of what it means to be human. Filled with loathing, and bereaved by the humanity that was taken from me, I turned around, intending the enter the city once more, only to find that the lift already had gone up. Not wishing to wait for it to return, I grabbed hold of the shaft of the lift, my clawing digging into the metal, and began climbing. As I climbed I cast a quick glance at my right arm, finding it curious that the Soul Reaver had coiled around it, rather then form the whole blade. as if it knew I needed my hands to be free. Although it was hardly the first time I had seen this, I always found this peculiar.