<span style="color: #666600">"The task isn't impossible..." </span>She looked down and inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly.<span style="color: #666600"> "I want you to do what you think is best. I trust you to make the right decision."</span>She looked back up and cupped Order's cheek.<span style="color: #666600">"You're a monster, Order. But, damn it, you're my monster and you may not be the woman I once knew and loved, I'm not about to throw you away either. I hate hearing about mortals being killed, justly or not, it upsets me. So go, burn away the tumors of this world just... just promise me you won't be the cause of any genocides and when you do kill someone, don't tell me about it. " </span>Her eyes narrowed and chaotic energy began to spark violently from her.<span style="color: #666600">"Threaten to burn my world again you'll have no mate to run away with. Azeroth is my home and it will be my tomb. Things I can't imagine? I know more about you than you know about yourself. Now go, save my world... and rid of that fucking shield. And when you're done you're sitting down and having a conversation with Ras, we need to get this stupid little hatefest between you sorted out. You're both assholes but you're also both good people."</span><br/><br/>Jim shook his head and headed for the kitchen. "I don't want to talk about it, but I need a drink because of it. It was messy, unpleasant, and I fear it's just beginning. She's not very emotional, you're right, but she's a good person and I like her."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>