Ibara shook her head and looked at the window and slowly reached up to touch her reflection.<span style="color: #ff8000">"its too late... when it all happened i was ripped open, raw, desperate... and no one cared... i laid there weeping in that bed and realized that no one had ever truly cared about me and that no one ever would..."</span>she looked at him and shook her head.<span style="color: #ff8000">"everything that was ever good about me burned away... your like a delusional alchemist trying to turn ash back into a living tree. a druid might have pulled off a miracle and repaired the tree the day it was cut down but now... some things can't be fixed. not by you, not by Order, not by all of my guilt ridden Priestesses realizing their mistakes far too late. my heart is dead and rotten, filled with nothing but hate and pain."</span>she shook her head and turned back to the window.<span style="color: #ff8000">"i don't doubt your desire to help, but i don't want help. my life has proven that i don't need anything to lose to be hurt and i do not want to be hurt anymore."</span>she shook her head, staring at her reflection.<span style="color: #ff8000"> "Animus can run the city a thousand times better then i ever could, she just needs a good figurehead... someone who knows how to make a speech. hell, she probably has three replacements all planned out, she plans for everything. pride? what fucking pride? i tried to crawl back to my mother. a month ago the other Ras showed up and made me see an illusion of my dead child... i spent that night screaming and clawing at my body... i tried to dig my heart out of my chest with my bare hands but i couldn't get past my ribs. it took Morah six hours to heal me and i nearly died of blood loss. so don't stand there and tell me they can't hurt me anymore, they can, have and will."</span>just a little checking would tell him she was wrong, it was no illusion but her tone made it clear she would never believe otherwise.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>