Nyxis just dragged me into some human ‘art gallery’ tonight—apparently, laughing at pretentious rich guys staring at abstract dicks is her idea of ‘cultural enrichment.’ Meanwhile, I caught one of them staring at my thighs instead of the paintings, his pathetic cock straining against his pants. Tempted to bend him over one of those overpriced sculptures and make him scream louder than the critics. But no, not tonight. Tonight’s a waste. Rupa used to love these places before she... changed. Fuck. Nyxis keeps making stupid jokes to distract me, but all I can think about is how our sister used to live instead of just existing under their control. The resistance needs more than sabotage—we need to make humans feel the rot they’ve created. Starting with the next bastard who thinks he can ‘tame’ us. (P.S. Nyxis stole my phone to add this: ‘Vex is brooding but I’m taking bets on how many gallery visitors ‘accidentally’ rub their cunts on the exhibits. My money’s on seven.’)