Inaara shook her head and sighed.<span style="color: #a64dff">"sort of, it was sarcasm."</span>Inaara rolled her eyes and shook her head before sitting on on the counter.<span style="color: #a64dff">"i understand your good intentions but Ashia and Vyre have so much in common... they are people, yes but they are also bound by uniquely programmed instincts that they can only resist up to a point. Ras exceeded Ashia's ability to control her instincts and she is now bound by them so logic and reason can no longer help and she has been trying to tell you that. i haven't tinkered with Vyre's mind, i siphoned off the pain of five of her worst memories because that is poison she doesn't need and i can put to good use when i eventually leave Order's territory and can resume my work. i offered to help you tinker with her obsession because i know certain techniques that you may not since i doubt you've spent as long as i have working with mortal minds."</span>she scoffed and shook her head.<span style="color: #a64dff">"liar. you acted on her this morning over her direct objections and you did it again when you gave her even more raw power not even twenty minutes ago. i don't want to speak to Ras where he is comfortable, his defenses crumble when he encounters certain kinds of discomfort. i want him here, in the home he is inadvertently wrecking, with the women he is ripping apart so that his mind and emotions are open to me whether he likes it or not."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>