<span style="color: #5900b3">"Order is a pain in the ass because she doesn't know how to handle mortals. And I forgive her for that. Inaara goes out of her way, or she did, because she thought I couldn't hurt her. Now she knows she's just as vulnerable as Ana and she should learn her place." </span>She looked around the kitchen and started to rummage through the drawers and cabinets to look for something to cook.<br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">"I suppose. But things still cost money on my world. We spend countless amounts of gold building warships, importing in metals to make weapons and armor, we barely even use our own wood to make arrows. We have to buy lower quality twigs from the Humans as part of some bullshit Alliance trade agreement. And we live in a forest. Our capitol city is on top of a giant tree. We waste money and don't dedicate anything to medicine or improving our lives because we're owned by the lesser races. I understand what you're saying though. I am a brilliant commander but I can barely write my own name." </span>She nodded a little and seemed to relax more the wilder the surroundings got.<span style="color: #a64dff">"I'm jealous... I was born in the aftermath of the first Legion assault, our own queen invited them to our world, so all I ever knew was conflict and hateful parents. The effects of the Legion's two failed assaults lasted until Order herself came in and cleaned them up, it took an Eternal to carve out their corruption. I hope your people one day get a proper planet and are given the chance to return to their former glory without the worries of the Legion returning."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>