<span style="color: #5900b3">"not what i meant at all."</span>she shook her head and frowned angrily, looking out the window.<span style="color: #5900b3"> "sometimes i really think i should discipline my children..."</span><br/><br/>Ophidian shook his head and turned to leave.<span style="color: #00b300">"your lying to yourself."</span>he growled quietly as his wounds flashed silver and healed and he looked at her to start listing off facts about her life he couldnt possibly know.<span style="color: #00b300">"Azshara had you raped several thousand times, thirty-two times you became pregnant, seven times Azshara teleported the eggs directly out of your womb because you and Vyre had a habit of smashing them. the sixth egg was your only daughter, my mother who was raised very, very far away from you, but you are right about one thing, the infant and i are your only living descendants."</span>he shrugged and shook his head.<span style="color: #00b300">"from where i am standing your just like Vyre, cold and violent. she attacked me for saying things she didnt like and you just did the same thing so tell me, precisely, how your any different from your mother. i didnt compare you to Sharindia, i said ask her about the truth."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>