<span style="color: #660000">"Do not speak to me of failure, goddess. We are in this situation because you failed to protect her mate, failed to resurrect him, and failed to protect your people from the Nightmare." </span>Crimzon shook her head and folded her arms.<span style="color: #660000"> "So I'm just supposed to go against the power and will forced on me by that demonic wretch and not call myself exactly what I am to Tyrande? Fine. Well look at you, being proactive and helping your priestess for once. I'm proud of you. Thanks for your help, hopefully we won't need to have this conversation again."</span><br/><br/>Karrie let out a tired sigh and shook her head.<span style="color: #ff0000">"I am thankful you're here, really, I am. I'm just... Pretending to be happy for them is exhausting, I just want to lay down and cry. I'm sorry."</span>She looked back at Order and shrugged.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Well I don't have much choice, do I? I guess I'll just have to hope I can push these feelings down and keep them buried for Rachel's sake. What do you need me to do?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"You abandoned me to be tortured, ripped apart, and then tortured again by Susan after ripping out my powers and turning your back on me. Why the fuck would I want to see you again? You're no better than the fake Ophidian and Zelina, you're just open about being a raging cunt to everyone you meet. Well what fucking choice do I have then? Be a slave and a whipping boy for someone who... doesn't even deserve me. Or live in a fucking prison for all of my life. Those are some really great choices Order, thanks."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>