[center][color=f49ac2][h3]Liliana[/h3][/color][/center][hr]
Dreams were a funny thing. Personal, your's, and gone from your mind as soon as they started.

Fairies didn't dream much...and when they did, it was usually gone from their minds the moment their eyes opened. Flying beavers, rivers of berry juice of your favorite kinds, dreams were supposed to be happy.

Those dreams...what was happy about them?

Not a single thing was the answer as Liliana awoke, soaked in her own tears as her eyes struggled to focus. Sure there were happy bits for Alice and Carroll but...Liliana couldn't help but sob even as she lay awake. Staring at the ceiling with her patch of pillow soaked by her tears, the little fairy would work up her resolve before throwing the sheets off of herself. [color=f49ac2][b]"Lady Alice...Carroll..."[/b][/color] she mumbled before grabbing her sword and flying off.

[center][color=C48BD3][h3]Eula[/h3][/color][/center][hr]
Eula didn't wake up. Someone else did. 

Carroll's legacy was stained in wanton bloodshed. Enough to fill this temple, all without remorse in search of her "Alice." And Eula...well, she had seen the wanton disregard for human life that Carroll possessed. And something else did too.

[color=C48BD3][b]"Error encountered in central memory unit. Parsing. Eula 039 RAM has been temporarily compressed.[/b][/color] [b][color=ed145b]Loading Laguna 30 Backup..."[/color][/b] Eula said, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.[hr]
[center][color=ed145b][h3]Eula...?[/h3][/color][/center][hr]
Dreams were a nonsensical thing. Memories taking shape in the unconscious mind trying to parse out what it had seen. What it had heard. What it had felt. Eula's mind couldn't fully process the scene of Carroll's slaughter in search of her "Alice" in that dream, and so something else emerged to view it in her stead. Outrage flashing within the depths of a slumbering monster's eternal rest.

How long had it been since she was last awake? She was seeing it in vague flashes. Some like a hazy dream, others like a nightmare clear as glass, but...a part of Eula had never once wanted to come alive again.

There was a reason her first law was a law. Precursor weapons did not especially need a limiter for human harm, only to never harm their "handlers". Protocols. Rules. Guidelines. Hopes. Wishes. Promises. Broken.

Rising from her bed Eula would waste no time in leaving her room. Light footfalls followed in her wake as she walked through the halls of the temple, and the soft whirr that followed her arm spooling up a charge of demonic energy was sounding. To anyone that would observe her, the usually stoic Automaton seemed angry; furious, even. As if she was on a war path to face something...