<span style="color: #8000ff">"For someone who wiped out most of her race she sure gets off on the idea of being able to dictate who can and can't kill. Just one more reason she needs to serve her purpose on this world and then fuck off. Oh wait, The'kal is dead and gone so Order can just fuck off now."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">"Pulling my ear would either get your arm broken or it would turn me on depending on how you grab it. I understand what you're saying but you're... advanced and able to look down on people like me, people who live in tents and live on base instincts. It's not me being stubborn or arrogant it's just my natural response. I'm sorry." </span>She sighed softly and shook her head.<span style="color: #5900b3">"I know it wasn't magic lights, it's technology, you're a... weak but smart race. I'm strong but stupid. I'm not hurting myself or ignoring pain because of my ego! I do it because it's how I've lived! If I'm weak I can't fight, if I can't fight I get left to die or worse. I realize this isn't war but I've been alive for over five hundred years and most of those years were fighting, preparing for fighting, or resting from fighting. I've fought in two major wars and countless skirmishes... I think." </span>She grimaced and held her head.<span style="color: #5900b3">"Can- May I have some water, please?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>