<span style="color: #ff0000">"your the one who freaked out and ran off... i can't say i am handling your arrival well or that i know how i am supposed to feel or what i am supposed to do... but that doesn't mean i am going to make you leave."</span>she shook her head and sighed.<span style="color: #ff0000">"do you think i haven't tried? its all too complicated and beyond me... why does a dish need to be perfectly clean? I'm just going to use it again in four hours, whatever i missed will just come off in the next meal. i can cook but Whisperia wouldn't call it food. and emotions, gods above i can't even understand my own emotions let alone anyone else's."</span>she looked at Erin and sighed softly.<span style="color: #ff0000">"going by how you hold the tool i made i have already hurt you... you thought i wanted you gone and it hurt."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"she thinks she is being cute and funny and we tolerate it because if it wasn't for her we all would have starved to death years and years ago... well, i wouldn't have, if things got that bad i would have whored myself for food, i have done it before."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>