Alema had unleashed far more than just Andrew's dark side. She had found that final thread of life left in pure rage by Warren Meers that had sucessfully locked himself away in the dead space between Andrew's ears. Now that he was awake, he wanted out. He wanted more than just playing Jedi and having to deal with the emotional confrontations that Andrew didn't know or was too afraid to deal with. And Andrew being the messed up companion of that Spike-lookalike? It was just plain wrong.
"I always knew you were gay you little freak." Andrew spoke aloud to himself as he stepped off the bus.
Warren/Andrew walked through the hike trail back to the small patch where Andrew had originally met Alema and with a smile that had obviously come from the Warren part of his brain he nodded and began "Hey Alema... I mean Master." He said with a sly smirk and nod. Typing was far easier to pull off that whole Master/Padawan thing than being in person in front of the alien being who just... "You look fantastic. Really. I now Andrew has a thing for blue people and I think it's rubbing off on me... Master." He said with a quick bow, never removing that stupid smirk. "We have a problem. Jaina's starting to catch on that there may in fact be lights on inside this meat prison of mine. Luckily, I had hide myself enough to where Andrew just thinks he's having "emotional" problems with the Spikealike but it isn't going to last."