As Zafron limped off the arena floor, his body a patchwork of bruises and electrical burns, he reached out to Calista in his mind. "Any theories on what's happening to my powers?"
[Oh, now you want my opinion,] Calista retorted.
'Isn't that why you are here? Come, what's your problem?!' Zafron asked, already frustrated from feeling the hurt from the lightning. Though his slime protected him for most of the part, it still hurt like hell.
[Let me consult my vast database of 'Why Is My Slime Acting strange?' Hmm, nope, coming up empty. Maybe you're just losing your touch?]
Zafron sighed, 'Thanks for nothing. You are really growing in attitude these days,'
[Hey, I helped you win, didn't I? You're welcome, by the way.Plus, we are all evolving, it's not just you!]
