<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;I…. he…&gt;</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;he’s not wrong…&gt;</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;I know that… it just seems…. sadistic.&gt;</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;but it's also the way the real world works. Your actions never affect only you.&gt;</span></i><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Both siblings were silent for a long while, before Alexi nodded slowly, realizing that the man had asked one last question of him. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“I understand.”<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Without thinking, Ayla reached out for the salt, before stopping, and sighing deeply. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Lucian can you please pass me the salt?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she asked, a little glad that she caught herself, considering the conversation they had JUST been having.</span><br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;twenty seconds, and you’re already trying to get me whipped.&gt;</span></i>