Susan looked up and her eyes were pitch black.<span style="color: sandybrown">"i am a master of the mind, do you think all i can do is mend the delicate balances needed to allow thought? its all too easy to rip them apart and render her catatonic, a vegetable, lucky if she can even gibber in a corner and drool on herself... if she tries to hurt my family i will reduce her to shitting herself and needing to be live on pureed mush poured into her open, mumbling maw."</span>the darkness cleared and she shook her head.<span style="color: sandybrown">"everyone always thinks the only way to attack someone is the body, magic or weapons or fire. but the mind is infinately more vulnerable and delicate and very few have any true defenses. didnt i? i am supposed to help people, im not supposed to care who and what that person is, its my job. they did force me to help, they took everything i know about the mind and emotional problems and gave it to the Lizard. dont be such a stranger, i think she will need you and her mother for a while at least." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>