You're one with us. It is we, the Academy, who created you. Neither your savage villages you barely remember, nor that Dr. X of yours, but it was us who taught you how to think, and what to think. You try to deny it, but just think a little: don't you find males brutish and inferior? But you only recently got to know any males at all. Like us, you seek to claim your privilege, to live a comfortable life amongst this sea of chaos. With your escape, you became a mere delinquent who wants punishment. Even if you keep running, you will only recreate what we are in a new form. After all, what is there to life but to seek pleasure? (-300 Infamy)