"Aarakocra have always communicated briefly amongst themselves, relying on an intricate understanding through mana pressure. It's been the essence of our existence.
So when I met Allen, I felt sick.
That human is hard to understand, but he also controlled me, just like you thought."
"Let me guess," Hector interjected. "Ever since we entered this place—or perhaps even when you caught Florence into the SDC room—you've been thinking that Allen was already controlling your movement?"
Dema Pandita winced, clutching her aching stomach. "You're right. Initially, it was just speculation on my part. But after experiencing his control over me firsthand, I immediately realized how terrible that human is."
"Okay, this is getting a bit convoluted. Can you break it down for me in simpler terms? Remember, I'm not an Aarakocra, so avoid assuming I understand everything."
