<span style="color: #a64dff">"You'll be around to help raise them, even if you don't give birth to them I'll still count them as being yours. At least partially. And I will treat them all like my younger siblings and cherish them and spoil them rotten." </span><span style="color: #5900b3">"Sounds more like you want to be a fun aunt while Order will be the boring one. Not that you'll hear me argue either way."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #9999ff">"You are, but he's still a little flustered and I don't want to make enemies."</span>Lonnie had his arms folded and seemed to be pouting, an image made more comical by his size compared to the counter.<span style="color: #9999ff"> "You'll be fine, Order. This world too. Machinist has been keeping a very close eye on the world and has been setting up more monitors to expand Animus' range of influence so that it can better assist the world. Rayne doesn't belong among the Seraphim and there will even be a few attempts on her life once she takes up her singing career. But she will be fine, the people who try to kill her will grossly underestimate her combat prowess in hand-to-hand combat and by then she'll become to successful her house will be nigh impenetrable. Unfortunately my view on her future is limited, Trinity will eventually become involved with the Seraphim and that more or less blocks my vision. But Rayne's got a good seventy-five years of easy going. At least." </span>Lonnie nodded to Order and ordered his drink from Looker, who happily obliged and refilled Order's drink.<span style="color: #ffff99"> "So you're some kind of fortune telling know-it-all?"</span>Looker laughed softly and nodded.<span style="color: #9999ff"> "In a sense, yes." </span><span style="color: #ffff99">"Right then, will I ever get married and find true happiness in life?" </span>Looker's smile faded and he looked at Order for permission to speak.<span style="color: #9999ff"> "Can I?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>