<span style="color: #5900b3">“There’s no such thing as normal for us, mother. But I think that just makes us all the more special and interesting. You wouldn't have the great life you have now if our lives were normal." </span>She looked at her daughter and smiled happily.<span style="color: #5900b3">"It's going to take all of my willpower to not give you a name, my precious baby girl... so precious."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"They do, yes. But they are just dummies for testing, they are interactive for teaching purposes and can give feedback if you make a mistake or take too long and let someone bleed out, or cross contaminate a wound. I'll show you one when we're done in Darkshire." </span>She frowned as she listened but continued to take notes.<span style="color: #ff0000">"And I am a broken machine, forced into sentience by The'kal's chaotic energy, controlled by dead Draenei scientists. But the people in Silvermoon are still starting to like me and appreciate what I do for them. You will find peace and respect in Silvermoon, because with my help you will be the greatest mortal doctor to live. You will be able to perform feats the common man will see as miracles."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>