<span style="color: #336600">“I don’t know why they did that, maybe we were just the only children that could be manipulated. Maybe they thought you would make me safe to control. My fault or not the guilt still haunts me and likely will for the rest of my life. I do feel fortunate in a twisted way that nobody is alive to hate me for it though, so you have my sympathy and empathy because I understand how you feel at least to some extent.”</span><br/><br/>Ras nodded and conjured a glass of wine which he sat down on the desk.<span style="color: #b3b300"> “Now Ibara, you know we can’t have you going and hurting yourself. If you do that you let Vyre and all of your other tormentors win. Would you like a glass of wine? You can let her go, Valeen, if she tries to jump she’ll just bruise her nose and make a fool of herself. Talk to me, Ibara, what’s on your mind that you need to let out.”</span><br/><br/>“Your help has been just fine, I have more than I could have ever dreamed of and more. There will always be that... nagging in the back of my mind mad that I couldn’t have Vyre but I know if it was meant to be she would be mine. And truthfully, Nyaka was a better life partner than Vyre could ever be and I couldn’t even make things work with her.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>