Ophidian shook his head and turned his attention back to his work.<span style="color: #00b300"> "how many victims does it take to be a mass murderer? ten? twenty? do you just have to lose count? because i did a long time ago... your my niece, worrying about you when your not doing well is part of that."</span><br/><br/>the doctor frowned and shook her head.<span style="color: #663300">"stop. just stop it. you are lost, alone, frightened and i can see right through this facade. all your doing is wasting energy and irritating me. you can't even stand up on your own let alone fight a dozen healthy people. sure, we can change the subject. you can tell me why you feel threatened by a woman two feet shorter then you who has been taking care of you for over a week."</span>she sighed angrily but did sit down and she rubbed her temples.<span style="color: #663300">"when i saw your attire and the level of your weapons i expected primitive behavior... but this is just idiotic." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>