<span style="color: #666600">"People can be saved. People can be healed. Vyre is a weapon, not a person, her soul is... was that spear she carried around everywhere. Now she just carries it around with her. But if you want to risk her temper then so be it, it's your brood."</span><br/><br/>The woman didn't seem to notice the destruction happening around her, her attention seeming to fade in and out. She reached out to touch Order's mangled face and let out a gasp, but her response was heavily delayed by a flicker of void energy pulsing through her ruined body. "They... wanted me to hurt people?" The woman's voice was much deeper now, the light of her eyes turning purple and sickly purple ichor dripping from her cloak. "They lied to me. How many others have they made me hurt? No, no... I can't be healed. I don't know who they are. They would summon me into an empty space, a big room with nothing in it. There was sometimes books and people would read them to me. They were all black and walked through walls." She pointed to Order's shadow. "They looked like that."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>