Karren sighed sadly and nodded once Ras returned her voice.<span style="color: #ffa64d"> "I don't know how to fix it, I feel like I should just leave and never come back but... I don't want to live without her but I'm almost terrified of-"</span>"Sounds like it's time for you to just grow up then. If you're anything like the Karren I knew your powers aren't your problem. Your inability to accept responsibility is. So you get over it or I'll just ask Order to put you down, you don't have the life skills to survive on your own and you will end up hurting someone." Karren winced as she listened to her father and slowly nodded.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"I- alright. I'll talk to Whisperia but I don't know what to say." </span>"Apologizing would be a good start."<br/><br/><span style="color: #4da6ff">"That's fairly depressing to be completely honest. I feel awful for her... and there's nothing more I can do for her? Other than trying to be a friend, that is." </span>She shook her head a little and felt her newly healed face.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"She never knew my name in the first place, Erika is the name I was given when I was adopted by a member of the Argent Dawn. Explaining those might be a little... shaky though."</span>She motioned to the near replicas of Britomart's axes which were enchanted with the power of fire and lightning.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"I don't leave my house without them, but I'll think of something if she asks."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>