<span style="color: #ffa64d">"Because Karrie embraces that she's a monster! Her wife is a corpse! I want to be normal, I want a simple life. It is worse for me when my ancestors are literal gods and yours were cave-dwelling mud eaters! Unlike you I'm slip one slip up away from... hurting someone... again. I gave up my powers for this family and I'm still terrified of myself." </span>She conjured herself a glass of water without seeming to realize it and shook her head.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"Because you're a killer! You'll kill anyone as long you're told to by someone sitting on a horse with a flag. I'm not, I'm a mage... I was a mage." </span>"You two talk way too loud." Ras slowly stepped into the room pulling on some straps to adjust his armor. "Glad to see you're up and active, Karren. I was worried about you. And I feel like I should know you but I'm not finding a name for the face."<span style="color: #ffa64d">"That's Britomart, how could you forget such a pig headed brute like that?" </span>Ras looked at Britomart curiously then shook his head. "Mother occasionally spoke of her but I never met her myself."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>