<span style="color: #ff8000">"i love you and your mates to death my dear sister, but i am not going to prison over anything less then a desperate situation and so far this isn't."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">"so you have said."</span>she frowned a little and nodded, taking a long drink of her wine before she leaned her head against Crimzon.<span style="color: #5900b3"> "yeah we survived... we haven't thrived, we haven't prospered... we have suffered and warred and survived. i wanted her arrival to make everything better."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"it's not a theory, Draenei bones are about ten times denser then even Orc and Tauren bones." </span>she frowned a little but decided not to voice what she saw.<span style="color: #404040"> "Vyre, your pregnant, please don't hurt our baby... please just sit down."</span><span style="color: #8000ff">"yes, it's yours, but it's time to stop holding on to it. it's time to stop beating yourself up for ten thousand year old failures. it's time to let all the vile things Azshara did die with her. every single day that you hold on to your pain and your failures and your rage is another day that monster gets to ruin your life."</span>she grabbed Vyre and pulled her away from the door to look into her eyes, easily able to hold the unpowered Elf still.<span style="color: #8000ff">"you already let that dead monster ruin Ibara's life. don't let her have Anna too. let me help you. just this once let someone save you Vyre, i am begging you in the name of all those you have lost. let me help you." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>