<span style="color: DarkGreen">"Trolls hunt for their mates, tend to their needs, protect them, and kill anyone who threatens their happiness. If I can't do any of those the least you can do is let me work to buy us a house to feel at least somewhat successful as a man. No, it's nothing to do with pride either. It's my instincts, the ones you fell in love with. Now I'm the one without any powers, a frail body, and it bugs me more than I'll ever be able to express. You know that's not how I was raised my love, I've always put everyone ahead of me and I don't know if I can change that." </span>He squeezed her as tightly as possible without hurting her or the children and sighed.<span style="color: DarkGreen">"I guess so. When I don't need my cane anymore and my side stops hurting I'll happily do all that for you."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>