"dad feels bad because he didn't take care of you when you were young, that pain and guilt are so strong that i cannot feel anything else past it. he may very well like you but his pain is so big that i cannot see it past the pain. Vyre was tortured her whole life and she is over ten thousand years old. i feel bad for her but she cannot be helped, her pain is bigger then the mountains and her scars are deeper then the ocean... i think she should be killed so she stops spreading her misery to everyone she meets. if Vyre could be helped i think Athena would be overjoyed, but there is no one who can heal such massive wounds."<br/><br/><span style="color: #00ffff">"meaning your afraid to fight me. you really are as thick as Vyre... your armor is an extension of your shield which is an expression of your powers. its all right there, hanging on the wall where you can see it. you just don't know how to willfully summon it, but if you were attacked you your instincts would bring it all back the same way they made it in the first place. think about it, you made that armor when you were a very small child and it grew with you, always fitting perfectly, even when your tits grew in. i know all about the essences of Vyre and Ashia that you infused into your armor, its not hard to detect when you actually know how to use your powers."</span>Vess hardly seemed to notice and even though her scales felt as smooth and soft as silk Athena wouldn't even get the slightest taste of blood.<span style="color: #00ffff"> "do you think your the only one with armor? would you like to see mine? i have been wearing it since the first time you growled at me."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>