Ophidian nodded and squeezed her tight.<span style="color: #006600">"she does, but maybe this will work and she will have something so much more then better, maybe she will have happiness."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff8000">"ye call the other two extreme while ye spout extremes yerself lass. easy solutions are bad solutions, but ye Humans do like yer easy and bad solutions. de Elves won't give ye the magic knowledge ye want? cut off the support they need to fight the Trolls until they give in. never mind that the Elves spent centuries learning how to use the arcane wisely and that they only wanted to impart that knowledge slowly so that ye wouldn't hurt yourselves... the Orcs lost the war but instead of working out a fair peace treaty and giving them usable land that was empty anyway yer people made them into slaves and then got angry when they rose up, it was an easy and ugly solution. suicide won't help any of the people ye hurt, it will only hurt any of them that still love ye even more."</span>he chuckled and shook his head.<span style="color: #ff8000"> "not at all lass, i was a soldier, i know just how fragile life is but my arms are three times thicker then yers. ye don't have the weight or the strength to stab the handle of tha spoon inta me if I'm fighten back."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>