<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Castelis pulled herself up into a sitting position, never taking her eyes off him. The cold had served another purpose, helping her overcome the permanent state of exhaustion that she was in. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">“we both know how this ends, Illian. I say I’ll be a good girl, you don’t believe me and torture me anyways. Or i’m lying, and we fight, than you torture me anyways. Or I tell you to fuck off. And guess what happens than?” </span>