<span style="color: #99ffff">“I don’t know how much of my past you want to hear, we didn’t have a happy family. But it wasn’t your fault or Chaos’s, you were very kind and loving parents but you two drew a lot of negative attention…” </span>He tensed at the squeeze and then let out a soft coo like a Seraphim would.<span style="color: #99ffff"> “I won’t ask for details. And I won’t judge you for anything of the past, things are very different now than… back then. It feels like just cycles ago mother and I were flying around trying to find me a healer. I hope this body is acceptable, it’s the one I used when I taught the Seraphim people.” </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">“I’m uneducated but I’m not stupid. Everything in all creation is a balance of opposing forces. And I know that I have no opposing force and that makes me unique. I’ve seen that uniqueness in my Timelost daughter too.” </span>She sighed softly and shook her head.<span style="color: #a64dff"> “I don’t have any opinion on Wisdom, he’s like a Pandaren monk here on Azeroth. He lives to experience all creation has to offer and wishes only share that experience with anyone and everyone who is interested. When he’s not traveling he sits and meditates on what he’s learned to understand it from the point of view of the mortal who taught him. It’s Justice I won’t hesitate to smear across the sky, I hate him, I hate how he treated me and Purity, and if he comes near me again I’ll crack Machinist’s shell in half and beat him to death with it.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>