<span style="color: #0000ff">"How can my bending to Karrie's every demand not be enough to fix anything? Sometimes you just can't save people from themselves..."</span>She glared at the priestess and shook her head.<span style="color: #0000ff">"You don't know how Karrie has been hurting me? Are you fucking blind? She ran away for two weeks because I did what she asked! I can't fucking win... No matter what I do she hurts me."</span>She shook her head with a growl.<span style="color: #0000ff">"Stop. Just fucking stop. I don't care what Karrie and Order fought about, the fact remains that Karrie picked a fight with a woman who wanted to help us."</span>She took a deep breath and shook her head.<span style="color: #0000ff">"Ana, I am a death knight, that means I am a monster... A repentant and maybe even a reformed one... But if pushed hard enough I will revert back."</span>She looked at the warlock as she sat before she punched her in the face hard enough to lay her out even from a seated position.<span style="color: #0000ff"> "Stop talking to me about things that were discussed in a language I didn't understand. I don't trust you... Any of you one fucking bit. And stop bitching about the animal thing your so fixated on, the priestess made it clear its her fantasy and she is entitled to fantasize. You feel entitled to break my heart time and time again while the other two watch, she is entitled to fantasize about whatever the fuck she wants."</span>Her glare all but dared the warlock to argue with her as icy spikes formed on her fist.<span style="color: #0000ff">"Combine them if you like, I honestly don't know if I care anymore... But it's not about understanding, its about Karrie rejecting me no matter what I do."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>