<span style="color: #b3b300">"It just sounds like you're hopelessly in love with her and willing to accept an unacceptable amount of emotional abuse because she can't act like an adult... and that's more than a little upsetting. No, if she tries to recall you I think you should let her suffer alone, she obviously doesn't deserve someone as loyal as you."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #336600">"That would be us, me. The people wanted to know where this new technology was coming from and so after meeting with a few of your public relations agents one of my avatars has been given a mortal normal and the title of Chief of Engineering. Now I need to explain to the families of three tram cars worth of people that a god decided to randomly kill their loved ones. This will be unpleasant." </span>The Avatar held up one hand and an orb of energy appeared but it faded as the other raised its hand.<span style="color: #336600">"Very well. Lone survivors we can interrogate, question, people like this... We will leave into the hands of mortals capable of the appropriate amounts of empathy."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>