<span style="color: #b35900">"i didn't say that! fucking hell you are just like him... i say one thing you take it as another. i thought you were a fucking adult and could take care of yourself but the second i found out you were a child i had you brought here!"</span>she roared in frustration and punched the mantle over the fireplace hard enough to shatter the bones in her hand but she didn't seem to feel the pain.<span style="color: #b35900">"the Ras who hurt me is not your father... and you are not the son of the man who hurt me."</span>she sank to her knees and cradled her shattered and bleeding hand as she shook her head.<span style="color: #b35900">"tell me what your favorite food is... tell me what you like to do... tell me your favorite book... tell me what you want to be when you grow up."</span>she looked over at him and shook her head.<span style="color: #b35900">"Order, the second most powerful woman i know said that there is no way home for the orphans of time. one of the people like you happened to be holding a rock when they were brought here, Order found the hole she had fallen through and threw the rock back through the hole, the rock ceased to exist... it wasn't destroyed, it just... poof, gone, no more rock. if a person tried to go back the same thing would happen to them. you can never go home."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>