<span style="color: #4da6ff">"I did, and one of them, I guess The'kal, was horribly tortured to force you into action. And you thought your daughter was killed. They broke you, bent you to their will. Your memories are there, buried beneath your pain and suffering. The mind never forgets, it just has trouble finding certain memories. Hundreds of thousands of layers of memories, to find the specific one you want is sometimes impossible." </span>She shrugged and gave Order another squeeze.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Those that can't forgive you for actions out of your control aren't people you need to worry about. Of course I don't care, I don't need to see into your mind to know you're not a monster. You're a woman who wants to care about her family and be happy, just as any other mortal. And I'm a priest, I'm not supposed to judge, I'm supposed to help those who need it."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>