<span style="color: #8000ff">"I'm not your father, I was trained and raised to be a soldier. I'm always supposed to be strong and protect the weak. Crying is... It's not strength."</span>She looked away from Anna and wiped the tears from her eyes.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "Order had a good reason to cry, I understood her pain and I feel for her... I shouldn't be crying, I have no reason to be this upset."</span><br/><br/>Athena sat down at the table and looked at Ashia.<span style="color: #ff00ff">"I have never threatened you. And I would not threaten you. Your tolerance of me is important to Anna letting me live here. But I am stronger than you and in my armor I am heavier."</span>She shrugged and summoned Vyre's armor at the end of the table, which was the sleek and agile set Ashia was now very familiar with. Then she summoned hers next to it, which was a hulking behemoth standing a foot taller and wider with arm mounted shields and no visible joints or weak spots. The suit even had a massive tail and upon closer inspection bared a striking resemblance to Ashia.<span style="color: #ff00ff">"I'm just warning you as a courtesy."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ffff00">"I think you can find some kind of form that won't offend them. You're a smart girl."</span>He shrugged and refilled her glass.<span style="color: #ffff00">"How many Goblins do you really need? They don't have an established government unless you plan to find one pair for every cartel which would be a fool's errand. Then revoke the Troll and the Orc's status as justicars and sterilize the rest of us. You can return our fertility when we leave your service."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>