Curious. Ours are in need of the help of yours. Yours hopefully remember when ours sang to yours about a darklings husk that had a powercell of the Light. Ours had the idea that we could maybe use one of those cells to make our husk a bit closer to the Light. Joy. Ours shall wait for yours to sing to us, ours need the wisdom of yours.
Assertion. What yours seek and request is a triviality to acquire. Yet it will take time, both in acquisition and adaptation to your new, wasting husk, as it would be converted into a fusion of metal and Light. It shall be cleansed.
All paths conjoin with the Light, child. So too, shall your husk.
Curious. Time is irrelevant for ours. It shall take as long as it needs. The only thing of importance is that we adapt further with the Light. Joy. Ours would like to see yours soon again, ours would have a lot to sing about.
Warmth. Yours know where we presently drink the flow of the stars. Seek us as soon as yours are ready. Joy. We shall fill each other, and rejoice in our songs, for there is always much to sing of. Such is the gift of consciousness.
Joy. We can still feel the presence of yours the bonding yesterday was indeed a strong one. Ours can feel all the warmth flowing through ours. Curious. Ours wonder if the growth of the Lights cell has continued and is soon completed. So ours can continue the adaption of the metal husk.
Return to Moros, child. Bring your fellow carriers. We have become aware of the troubles, and determine that a shift in manner and song is needed. Swim with haste. Yours must be made ready.
Curious. Ours are in need of help. As yours might now ours have gained access to an old husk that once belonged to our brethrens. The Husk seems to be dormant for most of the time unless we activate some darkling made structure.
Anger. Ours are in need of the advice and help of ours. Ours feel like we are losing ourselfs on this Light forsaken husk.