<span style="color: #4da6ff">"You're not a job, you're not, you're my... you're Order and you're... mine. You're mine and I'm yours. We're a couple, a family. A... broken, miserable, and mismatched family. But I wouldn't have it any other way." </span>She leaned against Order when she sat down and sniffled quietly.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"I don't know if I'll ever be happy but you'll never make me feel worse. If I asked you to kill me, would you?" </span>A single, bitter laugh escaped her.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"You can't hurt something that only feels pain. Life is brutal but beautiful. Don't worry about hurting me, just... I don't know. Be you and I'll be me, maybe somehow things will work out."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">"Then finish eating and we'll go down there and see where we can put it. Vyre is sober, she had a talk with her mother, was patronized by her daughter, and begged by her pet. Vyre has been making attempts on her life every chance she got away from Ana for more than a few minutes. Obviously she failed, but she could use a friend right now so talking to her might be good." </span>She smiled and shook her head.<span style="color: #666600"> "This succubus has been trained very well, I'm pretty sure Karrie has devoured the souls of more than a few succubi for failing her in bed. She has a gentle heart but... I would avoid upsetting her."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>