"You're misreading the situation my love. I keep my past to myself because I don't like I think about it. You don't like talking about the death of your country, I don't like knowing I was a part of it." He shook his head and sighed. "No, it doesn't make me feel better and I have no interest in a rotted shell of a capital. Especially one that kept my mother as a slave until she died in a gutter from an easily treatable illness."<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"I will talk to her about what happened, I want her to explain to me what happened. I will talk to her away from you, of course."</span>Nyarien nodded after a moment and kissed her mate lovingly.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "I will think on it."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>