<span style="color: #ffff00">"my crusade, as you put it, was his idea. i was content to scourge the worst of the scum from the gutters, it was him that turned my gaze to the rotted heights of power. it was also Jim that made me see that i had to find mortals to judge their own leaders... i am cold, merciless and do not begin to understand how you mortals live your lives or how to make them better, it takes a mortal of the same species to understand your ways. as for Britomart i couldnt care less about her or how she feels. i did her the only favor i plan to when i saved her from Outland and put her safely with Whisperia. but your wrong, Britomart doesnt love Jim, nor does she love Whisperia. she was dead for so long and ressurected by force, those scars have left her capable of only one truly powerful emotion, hatred. she remembers loving Whisperia and she hides the difference behind a thick fog of lust... but Jim, she needs him, she lusts after him and she wants to love him, but if he died tomorrow she would bury him, raise a glass and then forget about him, she planned it in the back of her mind while his wounds festered. i repeat, i will see if i can find a replacement."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>