<span style="color: #336600">“You may not be a slave but you are still my friend, and I think Lonnie would agree that we need to do all we can to lessen the pain in your life.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">“Five minutes! Sorry, twenty five minutes. I didn’t think a note would be needed explaining that you’d have to wait a few more minutes for breakfast. Animus can’t contact me because I will have my wards up from the disastrous night I had, I was in Stranglethorn getting the banana leaves.” </span>He narrowed his eyes and shook his head.<span style="color: #666600">“I didn’t promise her the world. I told her I would care for her for one year, and if at the end of that year, if she still wanted to die I would kill her myself. I cannot speak for the native Ras. Are you not a mage? Using magic takes focus and concentration, correct? I don’t have a demigod brain, I am a man just like Vincent, I have issues and problems and not everything can just be magicked away. You’re right that I could snap an entire new city into existence, but what good is that power when I’m trying to explain to someone that their fetishes don’t make me comfortable? That I still care for and adore them, but can’t indulge their needs? What power fixes that!?” </span>He took a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair.<span style="color: #666600"> “Sylavandra. I love your daughter, I’m not in love with her, but I would do anything for her. That’s why I tolerate your venom and abuse, why I gave you the ability to walk again. Because I only want to see Ibara happy and you were the best person for the job. So please, I’m doing the best that I can here.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>