Order was slow to appear and she looked supremely annoyed.<span style="color: #ffff00"> "if you had any idea what you were interrupting you would be apologizing with the best bottles of every powerful liquor on the planet and would owe me five favors just for appearing..."</span>she stared at Ras and Sharindia and they would both feel her scanning their minds.<span style="color: #ffff00"> "and now im offended to go with extremely annoyed. i only kill mortals who have recently commited cold blooded murder, recently enslaved another, and i mean enslaved against their will and best interests or are guilty of rape."</span>she rubbed her face and shook her head.<span style="color: #ffff00">"look, i want to help Vyre, i may be inept and have no idea what im doing but at least im trying. im not too busy to help her, like you are Ras, im not so desperate to see her that i will take her abuse and go away on command like you are, Sharindia and im not too afraid to help her like Anna is. in fact, your little trip down memory lane was all my fault, i told Vyre she was wrong to blame you. it is my hope that with no one left alive to blame Vyre's hatred will slowly die and Anna's love can take its place and heal her soul. maybe it works, maybe it doesnt but at worst im hoping she can have her mother back because she wont blame you for selling her to Azshara. she isnt so unjust that she will hate you for being just as powerless as she was against Azshara, afterall, even now you couldnt have beaten the Azshara of old let alone the monster she became."</span><span style="color: #003366">"y-you mean all that?"</span><span style="color: #ffff00">"Vyre is the only mortal on the planet who's past even remotely compares to my own... enslaved by a government she couldnt fight, the people she loved most destroyed by said government and she spent most of her life in abject misery. if she can heal then maybe i can too. i wont kill her for lashing out, but i expect others to start giving me a little slack when it comes to my own emotions... less then a week ago the only things i could feel were guilt and pain, stop expecting me to handle these others so fucking perfectly."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>