Cylia sighed. In all honesty, she didn't know the specifics of what she wanted. She wanted power at first, to be able to defeat Strider. For some reason she harbored a jealous hate for him, mostly for giving up too soon on her, but cared not for his life anymore. Then there was just her desire to find a place to fit in in the Galaxy. She felt more at home in the Dominion than as a wanderer. It was almost as if she just wanted something to do. Tepe could read the confusion on her face as she searched for an answer.
"To be honest, my Lord, I'm not quite sure what I want," she said at last, looking up at him with lost eyes.