<span style="color: #a64dff">“I know but you said she was really hurt, and that she feels bad afterwards. Maybe... I don’t know. But I don’t think Father would be friends with her if she was really that bad. She has to have something good inside her.”</span><br/><br/>Despite the two previous attempts to sedate her, Athena was on the boarder of going berserk once again when Order grabbed her. She instinctively screamed at Order and started to flail wildly at her but once her mind calmed down and her body caught up she stared at Order curiously. “<span style="color: #ff4dff">You don’t get to kill me. Nobody gets that privilege. Nobody gets to touch me ever again. Who are you?”</span>While still terrified beyond reason, Order simply keeping her distance kept Athena calm and willing to listen.<span style="color: #ff4dff">“What can you possibly do to help me? I am broken and unloveable trash. I can’t... when people touch me I get- I it hurts when people touch me, it feels like my flesh is burning and my heart is going to burst.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>