"I am not Claudia," she said. "Just as you are not Ingolsol. We are merely fragments of their light."
"Be that as it may, I do not forget my master's grudge toward you. I do not forget my purpose in slaying you. I feel no love for these mortals."
"I feel only love for these mortals. But we are beings of the divine. Before all else, we must defend our power, lest we disappear. We have no flesh, no bodies. The moment we yield is the moment we fade away," the woman said.
Her voice lacked the emotion it had before. Now Beam could almost find himself seeing through her. The same was true with the man. They were terrifying for a moment, but now that he challenged them, he saw they were merely fragments of a greater, more beautiful, and far more complicated picture.
He tutted in dismay. "Do not hold me back with your fear," he said to them. "I move with purpose."