instead of replying Order only cried, holding The'kal tight against herself, squeezing the Troll hard enough to have pulpd a mortal. she kept at it for at least ten minutes before she finally spoke<span style="color: #ffff00">"im so sorry... but i had to know... i had to know that i wasnt just a cowardly monster.."</span><br/><br/>"you connected to Order, you saw just how literaly her name applies to her, Chaos is no different. she could but i doubt she would, she is too atatched to your world and wants nothing to do with us." she looked at the gem and nodded. "i would like that. my last 'home' was a cozy little patch of nothing where i was out of the Council's way." she frowned before she rolled her eyes and looked up at the Elf. "let me demonstrate the difference between emotional trauma and physical." though Delithia would feel no different her voice stopped responding. "they reached into my physical body and destroyed the part of my mind from which my music came... they got tired of my songs of lament and silenced me forever. i remember how to sing, i remember how to make music but i cannot make it come fourth... they couldnt destroy who i am so they thought of something crueler and made me physically incapable of expressing who i am, even to myself." she returned Delithia's voice and shook her head. "you might be able to help the emotionally scarred but you can do little for those like me... physically damaged beyond repair... we can only live with our scars."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>