...neither have I.

[ He taps the gem in the center of his chest with his knuckles, points clawed fingers up at the stars. ]

They're not ours.

[ And it hurts, and so Vector hurts, and it's the kind of pain he hasn't quite known since his essence was scattered so and he was forced to retreat, to lick his wounds and come back with the heavy human flesh binding him together.

He hisses. ]

Someone's brought us here. They'll pay.