<span style="color: #ff0000">"Again, maybe just try talking to him. He's a busy man and it's possible you've only ever called him when he was busy doing... whatever mass murderers do. When was the last time to reached out to any of them to see how things are going? I know when I was there briefly, before I was thrown out for trying to drown my other half things seemed pretty calm. Elune had a demon who liked making sculptures out of clay... I stabbed her in the neck. But the house was very pretty from the little I saw. It's another mansion but even larger and it doesn't smell like sex and blood."</span>She halfheartedly pulled away from him and shook her head.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "It's not the same. Me not having my power would be like you not having your scales or venom. It's a core part of who I am, of what I am and to have it ripped out has left me feeling hollow and sick. Elerona? I will call on her later, her mother broke me so the least she can do is fix me. You don't get it, Ophidian, I can't just vent and not be mad anymore. The only thing that will make me feel better is knowing the half of Karrie that created me, that raised me on a lie and then abused me for living how I was raised, is punished. I want to just pummel her head into the stones but the Timelost impostor won't let me, he relishes in my anger and suffering knowing I can never ease this pain in my heart. Unless you can kill him there's nothing you can do to help me, Ophidian. I can't calm down, I can't relax, I don't even want to eat I'm just so... so angry and hurt and I know that I'll never be able to fix it."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>