"Rich words coming from a thief. I created it and so, it, that clone of a Black Paladin, belongs to me. Ask it, if you have any doubts. It'll tell you."

"Tossed aside, you say?"

Seething anger. One that she lets through the mental shield for anyone to see.

Honerva's anger. But with it, Aletarya can also sure sense something that is not Honerva, something alive, dark, and ancient. Very ancient, older than universes.

"You dare? You shall rue this day.

Lotor is my son. The son I've lost, forgotten. But the memory came back to me. You have no idea what you speak of. I shall reclaim my only son and protect him from his enemies. And never lose him again."

We'll be a family in this reality.