<span style="color: orange">"morah can hear me until her fur falls out but it wont change her mind, she will only give me that too damned kind smile, pat me on the shoulder and do it anyway so ill save my breath."</span>she looked over at Nalo for a moment and didnt reply until she injected the Draenei with the multicolored concoction she had made.<span style="color: orange"> "you want honesty? each and every one of the high priestesses wants to die. we do. for different reasons but we want to die... why else would we work so hard on this foolish, impossible dream? Valeen wants to work herself to death and shes succeeding. Morah wants to give her life healing someone so grievously inured that it takes her own life energy to do it. Shauna wants to give her life in place of Ibara's. we each give so much to our various jobs because we want to die doing it and someday each of us will get what we want, its only a matter of time."</span>she closed her bag and shook her head.<span style="color: orange">"and at the same time each of us is doing our damndest to keep the others from their goals. what i just gave Valeen will keep her out for at least a day, bolster her damaged organs, return her energy and drive her into heat if she doesnt find someone to fuck first to get her stress level down. i regularily ambush all of my sisters and give them their medicine to keep them alive and actively avoid Morah at all other times to keep her from healing me... the medicine i just gave Valeen puts me in the lead on this race to the grave."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>