<span style="color: purple">"Oh I should? Really now, when was the time I saw you? Oh, right, when I was about ten and you were sending me off to live with those abusive assholes at the foster home. I guess all that "time altering magic" has fucked with your memories, I'm older than her, I was her bodyguard while Nyarien grew up beside her. She was never any threat to me and for you to think she was just shows how big of a fool you really were, unfit to be a mother and too stupid to see through a bluff. We were... intimate, she never would have raised a hand to me regardless of who you were or what you could do for her."</span>Nyarien only looked away from her grandmother and let out a soft sigh. Vyre looked at the egg and shook her head.<span style="color: purple">"I will destroy that egg, that bastard doesn't deserve to live and at this point neither do you. You take the egg and you take with you the only chance of ever earning my forgiveness, you take that egg and you unleash a monster. Good to know, when I crush the life out of you I'll be sure to wait between each broken bone long enough for you to feel it." </span>Nyarien slowly looked back at the Elf.<span style="color: darkorange">"We're not your children, we haven't been for a very long time... and if mother doesn't destroy the egg I'll destroy whatever hatches from it."</span>Even Vyre seemed surprised judging by her glance over at her daughter.<span style="color: darkorange">"You put my mother through so much misery, let me suffer endlessly hoping I still had someone in the world... and now you want to force that child on us. Leave the egg for mother to deal with, then leave us, you no have no right to call us your family, children, or anything else. You may have a pulse, but you're dead to me." </span>While Vyre spoke full of hatred and malice, Nyarien was calm and quiet.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>