<span style="color: #a64dff">"I lived off the land for most of my life just fine, obviously I was getting enough protein in my diet. Whatever that is." </span>She glared at him and stood up on shaky legs.<span style="color: #a64dff">"Then why am I here if you know I'm innocent? Why do I have to live as your slave for doing nothing wrong? I'm every as a victim as my daughter..." </span>She looked back at the orb on the table then to Ophidian.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "So that really was my daughter? He named her Kitori even after... No, I want nothing to do with anyone like that. If she's sleeping in stables and having sex with animals she's no daughter of mine. That's not my daughter. I don't care if I birthed her or not, she's dead to me. Dead in the bottom of the river I threw her in." </span>She sounded more hurt than angry and looked at her hands.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "I don't want to be tortured or punished for something out of my control. I will serve you as your slave, and when you are done with me I will... figure out what to do with the rest of my life."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>