Dirae keeps a hand against the wall, leaning into it as her lungs begin to burn, closing her eyes she listens to the ship in an attempt to find direction a hint to where she is going. The gentle thrum she can feel beneath her bare feet travels through the wall in a pulse like manner, the surfaces aren't cold, only marginally cooler than her own skin. Something keeps pulling her forward her 'shad' reluctant on their course of action pokes at her. [b]"So you think the eyes closed method is the best way to approach this?"[/b] Her retort is rapidly applied,[i] "Can't you feel that? Besides I can't see with them open anyway."[/i] She carries on, the tugging gets more insistent, but her self awareness becomes less. The vision feels as though it quite literally crashes into her forcing her own consciousness into the smallest recess of her being. The singularity of this mans mind is breathtaking, a decision is made, and it is done and there is no doubt, there are no questions. Responsibility is a burden he carries reverently, no one could make these decisions but him. Ergo, no trust,..not strictly true he trusts his men to carry out his orders,he trusts...the thought is hidden almost as soon as it arrives. Here was a man who had absolute belief that his right was a divine right and therefore could not be wrong. Entering the codes , and then onward into the sanctum, and finally eyes laid upon the great prize,and absolute power. The fate of many billions will end with her. His own fate will be tied to her as well, much more than he ever thought. As Dirae's own consciousness returned all she could think was what it must have cost a man like that to end up the way he had. She doubted that no matter how many lifetimes he lived the horror and hatred of what he'd become would ever leave him, no matter how small a part of him I t became. Finally she is distracted from her thoughts by a commotion further along the corridor, she becomes aware that this is the same place she saw in Sarris's memory. Her eyebrow raises at the mans overly expressive manner, she ignores his command, being far more interested in the door and begins to make her way over to the keypad he was failing so miserably to access. " [i]Me? No one interesting, what am I doing here? Well ,obviously if you had half an ounce of sense you would realise I don't have a fking clue , otherwise I wouldn't be here in my underwear." [/i] Dismissing his pointless line of questioning she turns her attention back to the door. [i]" What can you tell me about where this door goes, and why your so desperate to get in?"[/i] Her eyes narrow as she watches him, cold reading people is something she is exceptionally good at, she has to be otherwise she couldn't do her job. Something about him puts on edge, although that could just be this place, it's not exactly the perfect place to meet someone new. [i]" Just wondered what it would be worth to you to get in there? [/i]