Fanya turned around to look at look at Loretta and smirked with her cloak on, the front flaps came down in front of her body, forming an thin opening of a triangle starting narrow at the top and spreading wider but still over her thighs which hid her now holstered pair of pistols. She had a sardonic look on her face when she pulled the hood up over her head which was also fur-lined for her head.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Now, I truly look like a freak.</span>" She said with double irony as if she didn't look like a freak to begin with and in comparison to Loretta herself.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">The second thing I wanted to talk to you about was that I honestly don't bemoan you thoughts and judgement on my past. I hope you know...</span>" she smiled a bit ironically, "<span style="color: purple">I won't eat you...  my hunger... my need is gone...  I only engage in it now in order to help Sue get past her own hunger and need. But in any case, you are not in danger of that from me. But even so, I don't bemoan your judgement. While I love Emma to death for trying to stick up for me, it wasn't required or even necessary and while I do understand her perspective, I also understand yours. I've passed the same judgement on myself long ago and look where it has led me. So you are right. I was stupid. </span><br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">That being said, I really could use your help with the moral ambiguity part. Naturally, what our organization does plays a lot in morally grey areas. I don't expect black and white judgments , but I would love to have a sense of reasonableness come from you when that moment comes. Does that make sense?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>