<span style="color: #666600">"I have accepted my mistakes! I have... I see them every day, every fucking second my existence I'm reminded of my failures. Mortals can sleep and forget my memory is infinite, I remember everything. Every mistake, every drop of blood spilled because I misspoke or acted wrong. I don't hide my failures, Sharindia, I am a failure." </span><span style="color: #ff0000">"The power to change time is to change the very fabric of fate. Why would you expect a group of simple mortals to ever trust you? Why should you care if they trust you? They're good enough to make you happy, why should anything else matter? You're happy and you presumably make them happy." </span><span style="color: #666600">"You're trying to argue logic against emotion. Your grandmother is a good woman, flawed, but good and well meaning. Nobody has a reason to distrust her but there will always be a nagging feeling of 'what if' in the backs of their minds. Even Amere harbors some doubt and she saw the good in Ras."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>