"Do you think I'm stupid?" Ethan continued, "Do you think I'd make something that could do anything to a human body? That would be my own skin too, wouldn't it?"
Keres tilted her head, looking at him from top to bottom. "Your skin?"
"My skin."
"Oh, your glorious human skin," he said dryly. "Is your human skin that precious, beautiful, and rare to risk even a single accidental mutation?"
Keres laughed and then suddenly asked, "Tell me something, Ethan. Honestly. We've worked together long enough."
Ethan didn't answer and looked at Keres.
"Why don't you just convert already?"
Keres asked softly, teasing and tempting even.
"You cooperate with us. You take our master's orders. You even heal us and upgrade us in that ugly little safehouse of yours from time to time."
"So why?" Keres asked, confused, "Why cling to the skin if you've already given up the soul?"
For a moment, Ethan's expression did not change.
And then the light behind his eyes suddenly went out.
