<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"Ibara... has- had nothing to do with what happened. She would rather me dead than used in her city."</span>Nalo looked like she wanted to argue but after another round of dry heaving and coughing up some powder she nodded.<span style="color: #ff4d4d"> "I don't think I have enough paid time off saved up to cover this."</span>When the door slammed open Crimzon's shattered blades sprang to life but moved out of Morah's way quickly.<span style="color: #ff4d4d"> "Not Ibara, Animus. They work together as partners... Animus needed me to locate people capable of... taking information and teaching mortals." </span>She shook her head and leaned against Morah, her entire body burning up to levels that likely would have been fatal to the average mortal.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"I'm pretty fucking far from okay... But I won't die, you won't get rid of me that easily."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>