<span style="color: #ff00ff">"Yes, but what will crying fix? I just... have to get over it and move on. The world will crush me if I show it any weakness." She sniffled softly and shook her head.</span><br/><br/>Vyre snorted and kept spinning her piece of the weapon as it started to glow.<span style="color: #8000ff">"I doubt Ashia cares about me, I'm probably just another broodmother to her after all of the bullshit she told me... But I'll do what I can to help."</span>She let the shard fall to the floor and approached Inaara.<span style="color: #8000ff">"Goat. I'm here to help however I can."</span><br/><br/>"Or she just agreed to avoid arguing with you. That seems to be a thing Chaos does when confronted. Like with your Chaos confessing to killing Ashia when you know it's literally impossible for her to have done it. The Empress has still expressed interest in being with and near you, I truly do not believe she intends you harm or unhappiness but I'm not going to argue about it either. Especially when I feel her gaze on me right now... it's very unsettling." He frowned and the book started to flip through pages. "Her hate is superficial and the best way I can describe it is that she's desperately clinging to the hope that her surviving daughters aren't as bad as you claim. She knows the truth but she's not wanting to accept it." The book continued to flip for a moment and billions of strands filled the air around them before disappearing quickly. "Well, how lucky do you feel? We're talking about a one in two billion chance, rounded, here."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>