Karrie looked ready to cry again but remained stubborn enough to keep any tears from falling.<span style="color: #ff0000">“Will you tell her that I’m sorry? That I’m sorry for judging her so harshly and that... that losing her as a friend and a grandmother is something I will regret for the rest of my life?”</span>She looked back to the window and sighed sadly.<span style="color: #ff0000"> “I’ve truly ruined my life in every way possible. All because I let anger get the better of me, anger I... no, I did direct it at the right person. That bastard, that cheap imitation of you, he wouldn’t let me do anything... I couldn’t release my anger because he wanted to see me suffer and then when I finally exploded I hurt everyone but the person who deserved it the most. I hate you, Ophidian. You worthless, vile, Timelost piece of shit. I’m happy you lost everything, I’m happy you’ll never see your daughter or Rayne again, you stole everything from me and I’ll hate you until the day I die.” </span>She turned her chair a bit and took her uncle’s hand which she gave a gentle squeeze.<span style="color: #ff0000"> “But I have the real Ophidian here, and he... he will take care of me. I won’t be broken, I won’t let you win. You were a loser in your time and you’re a loser here too.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>