<span style="color: #666600">"I don't want to be one of you. When I see the stars I think of the hatred and violence of our kind, the innumerable lives snuffed out because someone decided that a planet blocked their view. You forget how old I... how old we are. These things you are now finding pleasurable are things I've known, things that have been ruined for me. The skies are stained with the blood of innocents and the ashes of our people's hate. Hate towards each other, hate towards other creatures, hate for life itself. Mortals can create their own gardens, perhaps not on the same scale as Flora, but they don't need that either. These people are simple and happy to just be alive, little things to get them through their day is all they require." </span>She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.<span style="color: #666600">"I hate our kind. I hate everything about them, all of them. I hate you, I hate myself, I hate Flora and Scholar, Creator... I was happier when I could just pretend to be a Troll goddess, but now that... now that everyone knows about me, about you... I can never go back to that life."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>