Asimona curled her lip snaking her head down to face the little hybrid. She hated it - it spoke like that, it dared to mock her when it was the one that had pushed everyone behind. That it had risked everyone's survival to push itself forward. Selfish, deluded, and a fool. "Whatever. If you're satisfied being their little toy, then good for you. I, however, am not willing to give up freedom. Not for me. Not for my children or my friends. I'd rather die free then live as a slave like you and I'd die fighting to keep the caves from becoming whatever shit world you came from that made you so bitter and useless."

She snarled quietly before moving her gaze away, raking the ones that were here. Perhaps Agate and Ru had left already. "There won't be another trial. Not for me, anyway. If they ask me to, I'll refuse and I'll fight if they try and force me in. I agree," she added to the alligator creature, ignoring his previous insult, but internally growing more heated that nobody here could understand what she was saying. "Nemean needs to die. She can't be allowed to roam free anymore. She'll keep killing more and more of us for her own amusement. Who is your father?"

Asimona tapped her claw thoughtfully. Why nobody else was seeing things the way she did - that they couldn't simply lay down and accept these Masters and Overseers trying to enslave the caves again - was beyond her, but she wasn't going to argue further. Her heart ached as she looked over the remaining gemstones and wondered...wondered if Ru would ever hatch again. But what if her friend shared the same sentiment as the Garnet? As the Opal? All the old champions thought the same, it seemed. She wasn't going to let herself hold back because of it.

Her tail waved softly behind her, the scorpion tail curled up safely. "Then I'll go to Cetus. And tell Dragon about what happened here. Nemean is cruel," she continued, turning to Styx. "She toys with our lives and takes them for her pleasure. She torments and pushes us around just for some small amusements. She's a danger to all of us." She growled in her chest, a twist of pain as she remembered that horrible sight - blades raining from the dark ceiling, the screech of a terrified horse, and the horrible crunching noise and then silence as its silhouette was split and then dropped.

She chuckled a little bit, childishly amused at Imp's apparent artwork. "I'd like to see that, someday. And I hope Nemean sees it too. Where in Cetus can I find Dragon? Or...would you lead me there? I'd like to talk to him."