<span style="color: #a64dff">"I haven't heard any better ideas. Kill Sharindia and her baby, or let Sharindia torture me for the rest of my life." </span>The metal of the collar began to groan in protest as Kitori continued to tug on it.<span style="color: #a64dff">"I'm making him sad by being here, Sharindia is torturing me... she doesn't want to help. When I was in Silvermoon he would visit and we would talk until we had nothing left to talk about. Now I'm here... I'm angry... I want to kill people... I want to die..." </span>She gasped as the collar jumped up her neck shredding the skin from the base of her neck to the base of her skull and tinting the water red with her blood.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"I don't want two imitations from another timeline caring for me. I don't need you cheap Goblin knock-offs. I need to go back to my owner so she can make good on her promise." </span>She spat at him again and punched his snout, but in her starved state there was no strength behind it.<span style="color: #8000ff">"I'll make you regret this. I'll never let you break me, the real Ophidian wasn't an idiot and let me go. That's how I know you're just a garbage copy."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>