Delithia sighed softly and shook her head.<span style="color: #a64dff">"I am the other one, the real... the original Delithia. The one that should be dead. We've been swapping back and forth for a while now but I've learned to hide it well enough. I'm- I was disgusted by all of this, this life my body is being used to live. But I see the joy and happiness that it brings, that I was denied when I lived because of my own hatred and intolerance. The priestess can't stay in control for more than a day or two at a time now, she's slipping away and I'm fighting to keep her here. I'd rather die again and let this body of mine continue to serve the greater good than live knowing someone truly special has been lost for someone like me." </span>She looked over at Order and Empress then back to Vestla.<span style="color: #a64dff">"I don't know what to tell her. I'm everything Order hates in a mortal."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>