Athena raised an eyebrow then conjured a pair of boots that looked to be made of Vess’ scales and hide.<span style="color: #b300b3"> “If given the chance I would skin you, alive preferably, and turn your hide into some boots which I would gift to Ana. And she would just throw them out so even your carcass would go to waste.” </span>She narrowed her eyes and her runes danced around Vess before an image of her lover from her timeline appeared.<span style="color: #b300b3">“Maybe I should take up acting then.”</span>The image was ripped apart by invisible hands and she dispelled the image as she took another drink.<span style="color: #b300b3">“My armor can only protect me from self harm if I’m wearing it. If you try to incapacitate me I’ll sever my own spinal cord.” </span>She shrugged and leaned back in her chair to take another bite of her bread.<span style="color: #b300b3">“I really don’t know anymore. Even if you weren’t all talk and actually did help me, you’d get that satisfaction and I don’t want that. And I can’t count on being able to watch you become suicidal from loneliness so that’s not something to look forward to.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>