Sida sighed as she strolled out of the room. The air escaping her breath wreaked of exhaustion, and she pulled off her kanohi Ruru. She used her wooden claw to rub the middle of her forehead. Suddenly, she tensed up and her eyes darted immediately to her left. Sheepishly standing there, her right arm grasping her left elbow, was a familiar blue and gold figure.

"Hey..." Miln's gaze was soft, yet alert. Sida gave another deep breath with every fiber of her being and then replaced her noble Ruru.

"Alright; let's talk." Sida sharply moved to the right to head back to the waiting room where they had first met. Miln hesitated, but soon followed. Sida pulled up a chair and plopped down. Miln shortly followed.

"Do you know why I wear this mask?" Sida tapped the side of her black Ruru. Miln pondered it for a moment, but then shook her head.

"I wear this mask because I grew up in a distant world. It was the Jungle you know as Bota Magna. I was once an Agori." Sida noticed Miln's eyes grow wide when she said this and she gave a very slight gasp.

"I saw my people claw for power over and over just to survive. We lived in constant fear. At night, we needed to stick to the shadows. This claw I carry around constantly... I am able to attach it and detach it at will. In a world with giant monsters that are capable of firing energy from their very breath; you do not ignore the shadows. You need to embrace them. When we slept, we would twitch constantly. We needed to look out for one another merely to survive." Sida noticed Miln's eyes dart downward very quickly, but then her gaze returned. Her heartlight was flashing and subsiding with each syllable.

"I believe you are wearing the wrong mask, Miln. You have the sharpest mind of anyone I have met here thus far. I see a lot of myself in you. And do you know what I was told? If I did not listen, then I would never live beyond the age of just six years. Try taking your mask off." Sida gave a calm gesture by extending the palm of her left claw, and waved it to the side. Miln co-operated very gingerly. She could feel it all flowing in at once. She shook her head, and screamed, grasping Sida around her shoulders and hugging her tightly. She was screaming in agony, and yet there were no drops of tears surfacing. Yes, that was the sad truth of her existence as a toa of Psyonics.

"Th... Thank you... Si... da..." She managed weakly. Sida just gazed distantly for a moment, and then inhaled... and then exhaled... with every fiber of her being. She then gave a light pat on the top of Miln's head.

"There, there... You know my name isn't actually 'Sida' ... It's 'See-duh.' It was the first name I ever gave to myself. Hmm... You know, I suppose it's because I can 'see' ... I mean... duh!" Sida gave a small chortle

"So, just... From one girl to another; try and take it easy, okay?" Miln let go and looked up into Sida's Ruru and gave a small nod. Sida's smile was brief, but Miln could swear for a second; just for one second, her cold, dark Ruru showed a hint of blue and gold.

which takes place on the Red Star. Turns out an earlier theory of mine on here from a kid was proved true about what happens after the BIONICLE characters malfunction and die. I visited a LEGO factory as a kid from winning a trip to LEGOLAND, California. Turns out I have incredible luck. It's, like, my super, special talent. XD. I knew that before LEGO sets were made, they had to make the plastic. So, my theory at the time of Greg's canonization entry (what did the Great Beings create first?) I said "Protodermis" because "Matoran" was already taken. I was right on they money. Greg once told me before when I asked him about gender studies of BIONICLE "You create what you know" ... Those were words I took to heart. I had to have been, like... twelve at the time. XD