"your right, i would only tear your smart tongue out of your mouth but we aren't talking about me you smart ass bitch. we are talking about my mother, you know, the one who was raped, mangled, tortured, flayed and twisted into this shape and had her children slaughtered repeatedly, the one you yourself said is sitting on the edge of madness. she doesn't have my restraint, she won't let anyone she hates live if she has the power to kill them and i sure as fuck know her better then you do. oh no, your not hostile, you want to make me hostile and i can't quite figure out why." she scoffed and shook her head. "when he kills them don't say i didn't warn you about that racist prick and don't expect me to shed any tears for your children... i will just mourn my mother when she dies trying to kill him." Leeta threw the whiskey in Emily's face for the smirk and then shook her head.<span style="color: #4dffa6">"no, your really not... i think your trying to be friendly but unintentionally coming off as a condescending smart ass with just a dash of racism thrown in the mix."</span>"fuck off. i should have just vanished when i saw you and i certainly don't feel like meeting anyone who willingly tolerates your shit." Frank looked at her and sighed before he stood up to head through the portal.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>