“Well I’ve been pretty shitty at protecting those I care about. And I wasn’t scared so maybe being scared will fix something in this timeline.” He nodded and finished his wine then stood up with a stretch. “Then I think it’s settled. I’ll play nice with the women Animus sends my way to appease her, and I’ll continue to sort out and compartmentalize my feelings under they’re under control. And I’ll still get some amulets from Order to protect her from my power… maybe I’ll hire a prostitute or two and make their nights in the meantime.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">“You said that it wasn’t understood why I withheld the letters, that is your explanation. I don’t need trust, my results speak for themselves and if I have difficulty communicating with mortals I’ll simply create my own to use my technology. Jasmine working with me is for the benefit of the city whether she likes it or not.” </span>Animus looked at her tablet and a large tower rose in the center of the farm with a control panel on it.<span style="color: #ff0000"> “Thank you. I wish all mortals were as tolerable as you. We all have jobs to do and you have made mine easier, I’ll see to it that you’re properly rewarded.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>