"Maybe. I won't admit to anything. I think that's a fair compromise. Relene, do you have any questions for Vess? Or Vess, do you have any questions for us?"<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"I don't want to! I already hurt so much, why do I need to hurt more!? If you put the warlock back I will kill myself and there's nothing you and your powers can do to prevent that. I'll find a way, you'll stop paying attention for a split second and I'll... I'll do it."</span>She narrowed her eyes and hurled the bowl of soup past his head.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "You don't get to decide my fate! You don't... you can't force me to live this... awful and wretched existence..." </span>Tears started to form in the corners of her eyes but she looked away before Ophidian could see them fall.<br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">"And Delithia can hurt Order much less than I can..." </span>She sighed softly and squeezed Ashia as tight as the dragonling could handle.<span style="color: #666600"> "I love you. I love you so much Ashia, thank you for being mine." </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">"It's relevant because she's not the delicate little flower you think she is. She can withstand a lot of punishment and has a high pain tolerance, go have fun punishing her and if you need me you know how to get me." </span>The'kal vanished and returned to her home in the village which she began to clean up and rearrange by hand.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>