Order shook her head and sighed.<span style="color: #ffff00">"i was at Machinist's naming as was a healthy number of her clan members. the Counsel carefully monitored and controlled procreation but actually doing the work was 'beneath' them. anyway."</span>she looked around and turned down a different road.<span style="color: #ffff00">"this way leads to craftsmen and women of every variety."</span><br/><br/>Ibara yanked her hand away the moment Ras mentioned her child and she snarled.<span style="color: #b35900">"my child is dead and nothing can undo that damage now. the scars have set in and i no longer want to be alive let alone a mother."</span>she crossed her arms and stepped further away from Ras with a huff.<span style="color: #b35900">"you believe i can be fixed because of art? I'm not a painting that can be restored."</span>she turned with him but kept three feet between them.<span style="color: #b35900">"it's a sweet idea, it kinda reminds me of how i felt when i dreamed of changing the world. i thought i could put it all together with education and mutual respect in place of ignorance and fear... but there is a huge problem with your plan. all that is left of me in this body. my kindness and compassion are dead. my hopes and dreams are dust. my heart and soul have crumbled away piece by piece and there is nothing left. even the stubborn streak that kept me going all of my life has faded away in surrender to this enslavement."</span>she shook her head again and took a deep breath.<span style="color: #b35900">"i don't want to be someone else and i can't be who i was... and i cannot stand the person i have become." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>