Argilla nodded solemnly. "Yes. That's why the sun in the world I came from is black. And the corrupt data corrupts human data, giving them the Cuvier Syndrome which turns their bodies into stone." Even the Junkyard hadn't been as bad as that, even with the endless rain. It had had its own odd kind of beauty.

"They capture them and imprison them before turning them into food. Until we killed the jailkeeper and destroyed the processing plant anyway." Ugh, that had been disgusting. Even hunting food was better than that.

She looked up sharply at Nami, a horrified expression crossing her face. "No! I won't lose control like that!" she said sharply, her expression pleading. Damn, she hadn't meant to make Nami scared of her. She could remember the faces of the Lokapala after they'd discovered what they were. She didn't want to see it again. "I was a little thrown by the blood spilled in the riot, but I'll be fine, I promise."