"So the machine this time," Zelgadis growled, growing bitter by the second. He glared over at Geddoe, angry more at the news than its messenger. But even so, if saying nothing made it all false...That wasn't really the world they lived in, though. And the longer he glared at him, the less he could stand to, shaking his head and turning away again.

Rezo, Illidan, and now a machine. It wasn't even alive, and still...

His fist pounded harshly on the top of the chair once and remained there. He seldom lashed out in a fit – definitely not in front of people whose opinions mattered. Yet even so.

It's not fair.