"While I'm still in control of my own actions I won't, however if I can't vent this anger I can't make any promises of what will happen. I don't know who is doing it, when we were attacked there was only one bat rider I didn't shoot down to send a message of what would happen to those who attack those I love. I didn't mind fuck Vyre, she refused to have a conversation like an adult so I forced her to answer all of my questions honestly. All I did was make her cry, something she's needed since a child, she was also... feeling guilty for what she did, I think I exposed too much of my own mind when going through hers. I haven't told you anything about Sharindia because it all happened in the span of an hour or so, she'll be able to explain it better than I can but she's with Vyre now. If I did everything right she'll be able to have a relationship with her daughter again and Ibara will be with someone capable of expressing more emotions than just hate." Ras shook his head and soon thick black fluids began to ooze from every inch of exposed skin and collect in a puddle a few feet away from him. "I told you, when I was younger and had no safe ways to vent my emotions I came here." As he concentrated the scattered bones began to rustle and were soon drawn into the puddle where they formed a mirror image of Ras with a black tint. "The best way, I've learned, to deal with emotions is to kill them." He slowly stood up and turned on the clone, both Ras' drawing a wicked looking blade and wasting no time charging each other, filling the cave with sparks of clashing steel. As Amere watched them she'd feel as though she was being watched and a glimmer in the shadows would get her attention.<span style="color: DarkBlue">"Tiny creature... you come here with my God... who are you?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>