"The only thing you can do doesn't work, you can't threaten me." Eryx says, turning his gaze slightly away. "I comprehend what you can do and what you're potentially capable of doing, it's just a matter of knowing how it works. So far I've found in the simplest terms that it's part of our brains, it all loops back there. Sadly I'm not sure most of you have one to begin with so I can't confirm that." 

He looked to them each, slowly and carefully. "It has to do with ones personality. Ryan is a hothead, Aly is a depressed little girl, Lancelot speaks for himself, and Avery is probably confused about his sexuality." He ponders, tapping the table. "I think Vlad is one of us too, he pushed Aly out and sits there fearless despite knowing any one of us could kill him before the guards stopped us. Overconfident, uncaring, fibers slightly resembled modifications I can't understand yet. You could kill us all if you wanted too." He looks to Vlad, his eyes glistening with his own sick amusement.