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[noworldleft]

[Illyria is sitting in her room and dictating her painbow of emotions to her book because there is nothing better to do in her life. And the post-de-cupiding moping was getting boring.]

I have spent many days in my room [she pauses to decide on the word she wants to use, and then spits it out with disgust:] grieving. I have done violence, but it

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[cheerupemoborg]

A little brain surgery might do the trick.

[noworldleft]

Why?

[cheerupemoborg]

Well, you want to purge yourself of emotion...

[noworldleft]

The brain in my vessel collapsed. This body functions by the will of my energy.

[cheerupemoborg]

Yet, these human emotions must come from somewhere.

[noworldleft]

Electrical spasms channeled into my function system when her brain collapsed. That is all it is.

[cheerupemoborg]

Then it sounds like this is just another case of the castle's meddling. Not surprising, really.

Unfortunately, that means little can be done.

[noworldleft]

I will rip this castle apart, brick by brick. It will turn to rubble before my feet.

[cheerupemoborg]

Only for it to regenerate itself, no doubt.

[noworldleft]

I would continue until it tired.

[cheerupemoborg]

That implies it can feel fatigue... in fact it might find your efforts more amusing, than anything.