Britomart shook her head with a smirk.<span style="color: #ff0000">"here you go again, oh woe is you, everything is worse for you, no one could ever know what it is to be you. well guess what Karren, your sister is just like you and she hasn't had to have her powers stripped from her because she manages to control her temper. and what happened to respecting my bluntness, now your bitching about it because i don't buy your 'everything is worse for me' bullshit."</span>she stared Karren in the eye and shook her head.<span style="color: #ff0000">"because i have been dead before and it didn't change anything. the pain didn't stop. the memories didn't go away. the only good part about being dead was not being able to fail anyone else. there is no escape in death little girl, everything you do in life follows you."</span>she leaned back and snorted quietly.<span style="color: #ff0000">"heavy burden? fifty-three dead children, that is a heavy burden. killing one prick who tried to murder someone you love? that is a fucking pleasure and you just admitted it. i was seventeen years old when those children started screaming Karren, is that young enough to compare? i was terrified, the dead had come to destroy everything i loved, is that enough to compare? you were expected to be okay because you had a house full of people who would have supported you if you talked to them about it bothering you."</span>she shook her head and sighed quietly.<span style="color: #ff0000">"i am the wrong person to talk to about this. i screamed in pure exhilaration the first time i killed a live person, the Cult of the Damned were a pleasure to butcher. guilt is for the innocent people you fail, remorse is for the weak and i have no pity for anyone." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>