[He lets her ponder the questions of science, while he drifts to the questions of philosophy. The daemons, the MTs... they play in his mind, focus on the dead red eyes glowing behind the metal faces.]

You fix a thing, not a person. People can't be fixed, not like that. People can change and be helped. [A beat.] I fought soldiers who weren't human. We called them MTs. They were robots all suited up to look like soldiers. [In truth, the Niflheim soldiers felt... off. The MTs they were called, and Nyx is still sure that something in them weren't human at all. They weren't... mechanical either. Something there only left him unwilling to look too far past the red eyes.]

They were the forces used against us and the city in huge numbers.