At the question, Alessa had to think of the answer. Unlike Bert she had never really minded how not close the group was, but then she wasn't Bert. "I really don't know. I guess it's because we have trust issues. A few months back we received a new arrival; a young woman named Brandy. She wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, and pissed a lot of us. But, I don't know...I saw something in her, and befriended her," Alessa shook her head, and finished, "Then two months later we find out that this woman is really someone from Niflheim. That side used to have a "guy" there by the name of Sal Phoenix. Had the ability to switch "his" sex whenever he pleased, and was very proficient with guns."
"He actually died before you arrived though. I don't know the details, but apparently he literally burned up and turned into ash."
She took another drink from her bottle, then focusing on it she caused the liquid inside to start swirling around, not unlike that of a mini-whirlpool.
A sign she was nervous.
"You may also find out that on some days we act weird, or strange things start to happen. One day we were all acting...I don't know how to describe it, but I was ranting about butterflies; someone else was talking about mother Earth and yoga; one guy spoke in French. There was another day that we all found drawings and stories of us. Not the good kind though; most of the stories were...the type you would find in those trashy romance novels." A shudder left her as she remembered that story about her and Harry.
"Recently, we were acting weird again. My friend started talking about being a true demon, and wanting to kill everyone...I think; and I was talking about destroying the entire world with fire."
"In a way, our true colors are revealed, and sometimes people don't know how to handle it."