Take snaps from his bee fighting daydream to catch onto the new topic. Something about the Eve girl being controlled by Olim. He followed Blair’s gaze, seeing how terrified the young girl was. If only they had some sort of noise canceling ear buds on them would they not have to worry about this, but surely that technology didn’t exist here. He frowned, “Olim won’t control her, or any of us.. I won’t let that crap happen.” his tone resolute.Aella underestimated the little man. For such a tiny thing, he had quite the brilliant mind. Now that she thought about it, it made sense. People, in this case people was Olim, always wanted power. They wanted control, and they wanted to rule whatever they could. If Olim could steal Earth's technology, he'd have exactly what he wanted: for people to surrender and bend to his will.
And along the way create chaos and mayhem amongst everything else on Earth. What better way to scare people into submitting to you then becoming one of the most powerful beings?
"I know." Blair grinned at him, following after him. She had no doubt in her mind that he would, and she'd do the exact same for him. It didn't even have to be said between them– either way they would cover for each other no matter what.
And that alone made things a little less scary.
"Makes sense, to me. If he successfully does it, then he'll have all the control he wants, over the Boreleans and Earth people as well." A thought crossed her mind as she listened to the conversations in the background. They were ultimately screwed if most of the group got turned against them. She'd seen only glimpses of what Take and his demon could do uncontrolled. Cam could easily command the flora to her will, and that alone could to so much damage. Ellie and her lasers, Aella's pyrokenies...
Her. If Olim got a hold of her, she didn't know what would happen. A cold shudder ran down her spine, and she no longer needed her beloved caffeine to keep her awake.
Eve.
They were all screwed if any of them got controlled, but Eve...She was the ultimate weapon. The sword among kitchen knives. Who wouldn't want control of a voice that could kill masses with a singular word?
She looked at Take briefly, her slightly widened gaze falling to Eve. "We're screwed," she whispered.