Ibara frowned a little and shook her head.<span style="color: #ff8000">"i would have never guessed that you meant it quite so literally... but i suppose you are just energy."</span>she shook her head and looked at Machinist.<span style="color: #ff8000">"Order isn't leaving. she has friends here and someone who actually loves her... what does she have out there? nothing but hatred and isolation from everyone and everything which will destroy her. if her son really is alive he had best be kind to Order or i will have words with him."</span>she nodded as she listened.<span style="color: #ff8000"> "they are not my counsel, they are my sisters. yes, i am technically in charge but if more then half of them agree they can overrule my commands. i appreciate the compliments and yes, i am well aware of the history of your people, Order makes no attempt to hide her past, in fact she tends to overshare... i won't say i am perfect or that our government is but its a hell of a lot better then being ruled by warmongering tyrants and Animus has been instrumental in helping us make far greater improvements, after her and i learned to communicate without fighting anyway." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>