<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"No, the desire has always been there but she was... I never knew what to do and when she got her powers she adapted to them much better than I did. She didn't care if she blew off her own hand, it's like she had an inhumane pain tolerance. And honestly she scared me. My powers were more effective but I was scared I couldn't hurt her and I never wanted to kill her." </span>She sighed and took a long drink from her wine.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"Fine, fine. Go try to not get blown up or whatever. I'll be here with Whisperia to help dust the ashes off your shoulders."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>