Vess shook her head with a smirk.<span style="color: #00ffff">"now your just trying to get me to tell you what you named the kids again. if i see signs of something bad coming i will warn people but otherwise i think it's best i just let life flow as it should."</span><br/><br/>Ophidian shook his head and sighed quietly.<span style="color: #ff8000">"let me make this very simple. if you stay here we will discuss your past because i know enough to open that can or worms. if you leave without letting me help you i will put the warlock right back where i found her. i am not looking down on your Karrie, i truly want to help you but you can only be helped one of two ways. we can delve into your past, let all those pent up emotions run their course instead of being repressed... or, as a last ditch effort to save you i will call Order and we will revert you back to the day before you met those pirates. you will be a sixteen year old priestess who went exploring to indulge a little harmless curiosity, fell in a river and washed out to sea and i saved you and brought you here and we will go from there."</span>he placed both hands on the table to lean over.<span style="color: #ff8000">"but you will never be dead in a ditch, alone or unloved. hell, i might just have Zelina erase your memories back to that day but leave you as you are and say you were beset by a gorilla and i rescued you and cared for you all these years."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #404040">"dear, i may be young but i know that is bullshit. people hurt each other no matter how much they love them. sometimes it's by accident sometimes it's unintentional and only rarely with true malice. i accidentally hurt Vyre by attempting some dirty talking with her because i heard her talking dirty to Anna... The'kal, my love, you taught me that loving someone means loving all of them, especially their flaws. we are spending time together, relaxing in a tub and i am trying to comfort you with your flaws, it sounds like a perfectly fine way to spend time to me."</span><br/><br/>Rachel frowned and shook her head.<span style="color: #0000ff">"no, you told a Troll mother not to defend her offspring if they are threatened as though that were even remotely possible, let alone a fair thing to demand."</span>she shook her head and sighed irritably.<span style="color: #0000ff">"how is that even relevant to this conversation? she is my pet, she disobeyed me and will be punished for it."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>