Britomart shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "what does her power have to do with anything? she either has the self control needed to act like an adult or she doesn't! your grenade example is perfect, if doesn't matter how strong the grenade is because i constructed it well enough not to blow up because someone looked at it sideways. her powers just make her tantrums bigger, but she shouldn't be having tantrums in the first fucking place and i am sick and tired of everyone making excuses for her. this isn't about power, its about mental discipline and her complete lack of it."</span>she shook his hand before she took the pieces of her grenade back and removed the explosive components.<span style="color: #ff0000">"yeah, I'm gonna stop you there, i don't want to hear shit like that. i have enough horror in my head without you putting that image in there but thank you oh so very much..."</span>she laughed bitterly and looked at him.<span style="color: #ff0000">"changes? if you silenced my past there wouldn't be a me left. i didn't have a life, from the age of seventeen to thirty-one my life was one endless horror show thanks to the Scourge, Forsaken and the bloody Scarlet Crusade. i got eleven months with Whisperia and then out of all the shit i faced in the war a gang of Satyrs caught Whisperia out on a walk and it was only the third time i had gone without my armor... he took aim at her and i stepped in the way and caught that arrow with my neck. there aren't words to express how angry and ashamed i was to be killed by some corrupted Elf with a rickety bow and a stone arrow." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>