<span style="color: #b300b3">"I'm older than you are, Whisperia. I feel like we lose the right to call ourselves young once we break the hundredth year mark. Meanwhile, Kitori here hasn't even hit age eighty."</span><span style="color: #5900b3">"No, I don't think that's right..." </span><span style="color: #b300b3">"Maybe, but I'm going to run with it anyways." </span><span style="color: #ff8000">"I'm faster and can shift out of your grasp, you can't stop me from leaving if I want to."</span>She looked down at Whisperia's hand for a moment then back to Ophidian.<span style="color: #ff8000">"I just don't want to right now."</span><span style="color: #b300b3">"Ah yes, all the majesty of an emotionless killing machine. Funny, I wouldn't call Rachel majestic, or Ras, or Karren... Nalo, Crimzon. Parasite? Well that's a big word from the bipedal cat-woman, unfortunately it's also wrong. I have no connections to anyone, sure I was summoned here by Mistress but she's powerful enough to create soulstones for her demons that allow us to exist here without any assistance from the mortals. Unlike Ophidian's little wretches, I can exist among mortals without hurting anyone... you can't even say that."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>