<span style="color: cyan">"there must be something, i have a right to see my daughter... what can she do? he is like three times her size, yes she was kind enough to let me see her when he was away but he is there now and i dont see another war popping up to drag him away anytime soon. its your own fault, you made me think of him and my daughter, what did you think would happen? i feel like my heart has been carved out of my chest and handed to me, of course i dont feel even remotely sexy anymore..."</span><br/><br/>Valeen looked up from her desk before she sighed angrily and stood up to open the door.<span style="color: teal">"and what do you think your taking from a prison?"</span><br/><br/>Tyrande shook her head and closed her eyes.<span style="color: purple"> "but i have never had the kind of power she has so that doesnt make any sense."</span>she tensed hard and pushed herself back from the window and sighed.<span style="color: purple">"then i suggest you remember that the next time you feel like stabbing me in the heart. and Ras didnt need to know i often cry myself to sleep but i have to get the stress out somehow... i cant stand being hung over. how Crimzon? do you have some magic solution to problems ive been struggling with for ten mellenia? Malfurion has his duties and i have mine. i cant stop the wars and im sorry it seems cold but if i have to send Sentinels to certain death isnt it better i send those without family and who are already causing trouble? i have to decide who lives and who dies, no one else will but they happily stand around and condem me."</span>she nodded slowly, her eyes hard as steel.<span style="color: purple">"if you force my hand, yes. i cant have anyone undermining me, thats how things got so bad in the first place... i wish i could ressurect Fandral and kill him myself for his treachery." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>