Order frowned in confusion.<span style="color: #ffff00">"done me much good? i hid it in one of my many vaults when he gave it to me, i had to or they would have destroyed it... this is the first time i have taken it out."</span>she shook her head a little and smiled faintly.<span style="color: #ffff00">"your welcome. being looked at as a person instead of a monster is gift enough."</span>she raised one brow but nodded and looked up as well, squeezing Delithia's hand gently.<span style="color: #ffff00">"he is dead, has been for twenty-five thousand years... he started getting political with his art, trying to inspire people to rise up but they werent ready, they were still too frightened and not angry enough."</span>the light was spreading through the opal, lighting the whole cavern ever more brightly, gently soothing Delithia's heartache and painful memories.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>