“I will, I will. I want to do this right so I can go back to my life and… well, I guess start over since I don’t think I can or even want to go back to my timeline.”<br/><br/>Animus’s eyes light up and the outline of a bottle of whiskey appeared on Jasmine’s desk but it didn’t fully materialize.<span style="color: #ff0000">“I’ll see that your bottle is replaced. That information wouldn’t be very useful when Stormwind is capable of simply passing the blame on to its citizens. Rogue agents and such. But if you think you can open a case against them I’ll have the list to you tomorrow with your daily reports.” </span>She sighed softly and frowned.<span style="color: #ff0000">“I am not that confusing. Think of me as an infinitely growing library. I have all of the knowledge and resources, but I only access what I need when I need it. I could tell you how many sperm cells you swallowed when you gave Ras a blowjob, but that’s not information that will ever be important. I don’t need you to forgive me, do I? I was under the impression I just needed to apologize and then not repeat my mistake if possible. Your new reports will include detailed descriptions of any events I feel you are qualified to handle for me. Along with any other information you specifically request.” </span>She shrugged and looked back at Jasmine.<span style="color: #ff0000">“I realized that I can’t teach mortals what they need to learn. There’s simply not enough curious and competent minds. So I’m going to create my own. That way my reputation here won’t matter, I’m building a small city and have populated with avatars that will do the work for me. And they are quite believable, there’s two working in the Temple now that have gone completely unnoticed.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>