<span style="color: #b35900">"it is a very long, unhappy story that no child should ever hear. it wasn't the tusks themselves that mattered... when the people who ripped them out did it they took huge chunks of my jaw bone with it. eating anything that wasn't mush would make me hurt for hours afterwards and there were a lot of things i couldn't eat at all. i had accepted that i would be in pain for the rest of my life but then Ras said he could fix it but he didn't have time to do it that day... i kept asking and he kept not doing it and forgetting. then, over a year later when i got really angry about it he waved his hand over my face and fixed it in an instant. i had to endure an extra year of pain and malnutrition because he didn't have three seconds for me. i told him how much it hurt, he could take that pain away for me whenever he wanted but i didn't matter to him enough to find three seconds until i had a fit about it."</span>she nodded a little and sighed softly.<span style="color: #b35900">"Sharindia exists here too, I'm sure she would come get you if you shouted for her really loudly and told you who you are... if that is what you want."</span>she laughed bitterly and shook her head.<span style="color: #b35900">"maybe, but everyone who ever made me happy threw me away."</span>she tensed a little before she slowly returned the hug.<span style="color: #b35900">"yeah, its called alcohol and it helps adults calm down when they are angry... Ras hurt me yesterday so i drank alcohol all night."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>