<span style="color: #404040">"good, i love holding you in my arms and feeling you close to my chest."</span>she shook her head and started cranking the grinder.<span style="color: #404040">"yes, yes, all of that is why i cannot have what i would consider cute. instead my infant child is acting like a mortal toddler and i don't know how to handle it. i honestly don't know how you people raise children past this stage without killing them. they talk back but can't really comprehend the reasons why your not giving them what they want and it's usually for their own good. you saw me after ten minutes of dealing with her obstinate, uncomprehending demands, i was frustrated and angry. so no, i don't find the way The'kal fucked with her cute."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">"Ras takes sadistic glee in using my pain and misery to viciously mock me to my face and then acts like I'm a bitch when i don't appreciate the jokes. he did it over and over again to the point that just seeing him makes my blood pressure shoot up so hard i can hear my own heartbeat."</span>she shook her head and took a deep breath.<span style="color: #5900b3">"don't get me wrong, i commend your efforts to help others, i am just in no condition to be near her madness myself... and i can't say i liked her in the first place."</span>she looked at Crimzon and then Ras as they spoke.<span style="color: #5900b3">"i have better things to do then to try to decipher why he asked you to come. he has never done anything but deepen the depths of my pain and depression and if he dropped dead i would piss on his grave. if he 'meant well' and was too fucking blind to see how much he was hurting me i would need serious proof to believe it and even then i still would never want to see him again." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>