Ashia frowned slightly but didnt reply until they were outside and she sat Loraine down on a crate to look at her.<span style="color: #808080">"i dont know what to say, i havent needed help in a long time and none ever came when i did... but... if i could have gotten help nothing could have stopped me from seeking it, why didnt you?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #59b300">"im sorry but all of that is nothing compared to living under the council's thumb, you were hated but safe... all of us lived in constant fear for our lives and anyone who wasnt 'normal' was hated to go along with it. i live here because i was exiled to this world, i just havent had a reason to leave since i was freed."</span>she shook her head with a quiet sigh.<span style="color: #59b300">"if you say so... you have to get her to put her studies aside, she has been in prision for a very long time with nothing to study, good luck. im not worried about you, or anything you could do to me, your mother terrifies me."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>