"Ok," said Whatever-You-Want slowly.

Loki started along again toward the woods, stretching his legs out as he went. "Where are you from?"

Wyw (eaier to write) thought about it. "Originaly, I was from Sector Three, Emotion Research; however, you only get one shot at that, and when it failed I was moved to Private Five, secret experiment with only a few sylesties, but people on the inside called it the Hallu-dept. I think it stood for Hallucinator Depo. I was one of the few that they didnt drive to insanity. Not that you could say I'm sane..."

"Sane to a certain degree. Although everyone is a little crazy in their own special way." Loki stepped around a piece of rubble that had fallen from a wall.

"Yeah right." Wyw sighed. "Everyone is as bad as me..."

Loki looked at her almost sternly, "What happened to you was not your fault. Sanity doesn't determine you."

Wyw looked up at him. "I hope so... Comon, lets go, I hate that place more than plants."

He nodded, starting the walk to the forest again. "I find it amusing your tail is shaped like a plant," he noted.

"Jadros," said Tav quietly. "May I inquire yours?"

''Wasn't talking to liar boy... name is what... am ... dont nead ... remember that chadow.''