<span style="color: #ff0000">"Well it may not be healthy but it's going to happen. The last thing I want is to have my robes sticking to my legs or my tights getting torn. Not to mention ingrown hairs hurt like a bitch."</span><br/><br/>Rayne sat in silence for a while and looked at her Sentinel armor again.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "I'm sorry. I... Am not good at talking to people... Can you have that armor taken away, please? Study it or dismantle it, I don't care, but looking it makes me feel like there's a dagger in my skull and it's being twisted."</span>She looked back at the doctor and sighed softly. "<span style="color: #8000ff">I'm sorry. And I think I've been lying to you... My name is Rayne, of that I'm sure, but I'm starting to question everything else. These memories... A few I have don't add up. Perhaps we should start over. And your government can keep those weapons, I don't... Never mind."</span>She picked up one of the bowls almost immediately gagged when she sniffed it.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "By Elune, what is this? It smells like a leaky Forsaken."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>