<span style="color: #b30000">"Well I thought those oversized pajamas were cute and comfortable, thank you very much. But if you think what you got me is better then I'll gladly wear it for you." </span>She nodded and turned onto her side to snuggle against Morah's ample chest.<span style="color: #b30000">"Well hurry up, I can't attempt to seduce you if you still have clothes on."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ffff4d">"Mother I... Give me time, this has all been very sudden. Give her time to calm down, and you need time to calm down. We will talk this through like adults. I want you in my life but I want to see who you really are, is that acceptable?" </span>The Machinist let out a sound that could be only described and an uninterested 'meh' as she continued to scan Azeroth and the surrounding areas, the coordinates in Order's mind beginning to rapidly change and grow increasingly random.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"No, Nalo is something else entirely. It was my work yes, but it seems this unit has been changed by being in close proximity to Chaos and Creator. Anyways it still exists, but yes, I am quite useless and I have you to thank for that. Before I would dart around from monitor to monitor like a... bee in a field of flowers. After you crippled me I can barely move on my own. But I promised you I would help you and I will do just that. Balance and Purity are your daughters, Justice and Wisdom are your sons? Hm, that's not what I was told... Check this location, let me know what you find." </span>She gave Order three coordinates not too far from each other.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"There should be a planet with a deactive monitor somewhere around there. Just uh, zap it or whatever to turn it on. Justice and I will wait right here and I'll keep healing him."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>