Order smiled a little and walked over to nudge Wisdom along.<span style="color: #ffff00">"Seraphim don't blink very often but on Azeroth staring like that is considered rude and even unnerving if you don't blink for too long. when the rest of the world wakes we will find you some friendly mortals to mingle with to learn how they interact."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b35900">"oh no no, she murdered me too. i was dead and in the Loa's realm and i saw my child there... i thought i was just going to be left dead when the Loa, in their infinite wisdom interrupted Rachel's vengeance crusade against Nyaka by kidnapping the Death Knight. if you know Rachel I'm sure you can guess how that worked out for them. the actions of the living were the excuse used to punish me, one of the victims and a dead one at the time."</span>she shook her head, veins bulging in her neck and temple.<span style="color: #b35900">"I'm pretty sure you just described in detail both the nature of my cursed life and the perpetrators of that curse."</span>she hauled back and kicked the chair away and slammed her fists into the table hard enough that she should have broken both hands to go with the toes she should have broken kicking the chair.<span style="color: #b35900">"I've been sitting and talking for a month! all my mother does is manipulate me into talking! I'm so sick of talking i could scream! i don't know what you hope to gain by hounding this fucking topic but fine. lets say my child was following me around in ghost form and i was oblivious. that just makes me even more useless as a mother now doesn't it? i couldn't even feel my own child because my powers were stolen away for things that the living did while i was dead. just fucking peachy, can i kill myself now? what do you gain by convincing me that this is true? and why does it even matter? you said yourself my child is growing inside another woman so he can't be following me around anymore... on the other hand it gave me so much comfort to imagine my son running around and playing with the other dead children in the Troll afterlife like i saw in my brief visit. why can't i have that? why can't it just be that the man who threw me away like trash for being murdered made a false image to twist the knife that much deeper into my heart? i have gone miles out of my way not to punish you for the things he did so why does this matter? honestly i don't know what you would do with your grief. my own has driven me in ways i couldn't have imagined and to depths that i cannot bear so i cannot guess at what yours is doing to you. i get it, I'm the barrel your clinging to in the storm after the ship sank." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>