Britomart yelped in surprise before she shook her head and returned it with one arm.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "your welcome."</span>she raised one brow and shook her head a little.<span style="color: #ff0000">"everything i have heard from Order says that none of you can ever go home, it would be impossible to find where you belong."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0080ff">"i would be happy to teach you, but i will not have you conjuring food in this house."</span>she frowned a little and looked at Vyre before she collected the dishes.<span style="color: #0080ff">"thank you Mistress."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff8000">"oh, yes, I'm sure she was better off being tortured by Elerona and ignored by everyone who knew she existed... we came into her life wanting nothing more then to protect and care for her but she rejected us because we aren't the 'real' Ophidian and Zelina." </span>Ophidian sighed softly and looked over at Ras for a moment.<span style="color: #ff8000">"i could use images of Rachel and she would still be on the verge of pissing herself... everyone she knows terrifies her including you. think about that before you criticize my choice of torments, she is unreasonably afraid of the whole fucking planet."</span>he rolled out of the hammock to look Ras in the eyes.<span style="color: #ff8000">"until i break her stubbornness no progress can be made, no matter what i say she twists it to suit her delusions, just like Rayne. she accused me of wanting to rape her, i tried telling her that if that were my goal i would already be doing so. unable to defeat my logic she decided that i wanted to torment her verbally fist. when i told her that if i wanted to torture her i would be doing. once again unable to defeat my logic she decided that i was trying to lull her into a false sense of safety before i began torturing her. i told her that you had asked me to take care of her she called me a liar, you told her that and she accused me of using my powers to present a fake you to tell her my lies."</span>he took a deep breath, obviously quite upset.<span style="color: #ff8000">"so tell me, brother, with all of your vast experience dealing with delusional, stubborn, obstinate and self destructive women, how should i proceed with her care? wait... Amere is effectively perfect, Shauna's issues were all physical, Sharindia has bent time and space into a pretzel to make you happy and Eru would drink your piss if you told her to. i am the one who gets the broken women... i am the one who has to pick up their pieces and try to make a person out of them again so i will thank you not to question my tactics when they are working! i already made her so miserable on the mainland that she returned to me of her own free will, now i must make the corners of her own mind so miserable that she will return to the real world of her own free will. then, and only then can i make her face her issues instead of running from them."</span>he shook his head and rubbed his face.<span style="color: #ff8000">"i made more progress helping her in two days then the rest of you did in fifteen years... it's horrible, it's brutal for both her and for me and both of us will suffer more then you can know before it is over, but i am gaining ground. i have learned her retreat patterns and i am blocking off her retreats almost as fast as she can find them. but this will still take more time then any of us would prefer."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>