Crimzon flinched when Tyrande reached for her and slowly looked at the priestess.<span style="color: #660000">"You already know the truth, there's nothing for me to admit. I would just make a great fool of myself. So no, I was cut out those parts that will interfere with my duty to you." </span>Crimzon's voice was always cold and carried little emotion, but now there was an unsettling coldness to her as she looked into Tyrande's eyes.<span style="color: #660000"> "If I have no emotions at all then I won't need to worry about them causing any damage. Wouldn't that be better for everyone?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>