<span style="color: #ff0000">"You particularly? No, but your superiors? Absolutely. You behave exactly like many mortal soldiers." </span>Karrie's eyebrow slowly rose as she listened then shook her head when Order finished.<span style="color: #ff0000">"You want to help your family? Help Karren, and her problems can't just be magicked away either. There was nobody more caring, more warm, and loving than her. She killed a man in defense of a loved one and it broke her. Everything she is now is because of that day. I have an entire vault of souls that I keep for no other reason than to torture for past crimes. I can't be saved and I'm okay with that, but I still believe Karren can." </span>Karrie folded her arms and returned to her seat on the edge of a broken chair.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "I'm going to assume part of the problem with our language barrier is that you're able to communicate more abstract concepts than our mortal vocabularies allow. And that we're reliant on verbal and visual communication whereas I'm sure your kind isn't limited."</span>She frowned at Rachel and shook her head.<span style="color: #ff0000">"I'm going to do my best to keep from getting upset with that. None of you can? Well that's just lovely. The Scholar? Well if she's interested in demonic magic and the like I have a weapon, a very powerful demonic artifact, that she might be interested in. And since this body is good as dead anyways I can demonstrate its corrupting nature... I guess there's also a chance I could let you destroy it, or try to, when this Scholar is done looking at it."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>