<span style="color: #a64dff">"And I'm still alive. I'll find a mother who wants me, who appreciates my strength... Ras may not care but my mother will. I'll make her proud of me." </span>She nodded slowly and sniffled.<span style="color: #a64dff">"Then... then I need to meet druids... and not you or father, they'll make me- help me be okay and maybe then the bad thoughts will go away." </span>She leaned against Sharindia and shook her head.<span style="color: #a64dff">"No, no! I was... I was strong, she had to be strong too, father chose her so she must have been... Am... am I weak like my mother then? Is that why I'm broken and why I'm so bad?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>