<span style="color: #003366">"I'm sixteen-thousand years old..."</span>she returned the squeezed with a quiet grunt.<span style="color: #003366">"not quite so tight sweety, i am not reinforced like you. sweety, getting mad is normal and natural, getting upset is normal and natural. people argue, they fight and then they cool down and forgive the people they love. i am not mad at you, i just don't want to see you going down this road of Vyre's... the times she has hurt Anna the most are the times she is calling herself a weapon. she ruined her last lover, literally destroyed that woman's ability to love and trust because she fought her emotions calling herself a weapon."</span>she leaned back to look at Athena.<span style="color: #003366"> "you don't want to hurt Anna, the very best way to prevent that is to accept your feelings and let her see the love and the need and the pain in your eyes so she can take care of you like the precious young woman you are."</span>she smiled a little and shook her head.<span style="color: #003366"> "otherwise i am going to give her a bottle of armor polish and she can rub it all over your face and hang you on a wall where a shield belongs."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>