<span style="color: #666600">"Like you? How many attempts did you take you to finally steal my son from your daughter? How much interference was required to leave Vyre so bitter and hurt that she couldn't be happy? You realized you fucked up with your daughter with you figured you'd just try again with another man?"</span>The'kal snorted while the pan went right through her.<span style="color: #666600">"The only difference between your daughter and Rayne is Rayne has a prettier face. They're both broken shells of women ruined by forces outside of their control... actually, Rayne had parents. Vyre had you." </span>Even Nyarien seemed to scowl a little at The'kal.<span style="color: #666600">"I am a fucking goddess but I hate forcing mortals to do anything! It's why Order is having to do it because I have no fucking spine! You wouldn't want me to get forceful because you would find yourself in a rather poor situation and even more people would hate me." </span>There was a long pause before she let out a quiet sigh.<span style="color: #666600">"I'm sorry. I'm frustrated... with a lot of things and it's all my fault but I'm too scared to try fixing it. I should go home and think, I guess." </span><span style="color: #ff0000">"No, no, this is quite entertaining and I think it's good to vent your emotions."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>