<span style="color: #ffff00">"to put it bluntly her story does not in any way matter to me. her clan was going to kill themselves, her and our entire species. i just made it so only they were killed by the weapon they made. what i did saved her life and she has no right to hate me for what i did despite the injuries she endured... i am not obligated to endure any abuse from her."</span>she sighed and shook her head.<span style="color: #ffff00">"i am not qualified to handle her emotional issues and i am certainly not patient enough for it."</span><br/><br/>Amere gave Ras a tired but adoring smile as she was kissed.<span style="color: #ff4dff"> "so did you, i am so glad you were here with me... I'm sorry if i hurt your hand squeezing it."</span>Sharindia smiled and shook her head.<span style="color: #003366">"you are both very welcome, now shush you so she can pass out, giving birth is exhausting."</span>Amere nodded with a quiet laugh.<span style="color: #ff4dff">"i think you are incredibly... no, astoundingly late... I'm already giving you presents." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>