[center][color=orange][h3]Ira[/h3][/color][/center]

Ira had turned towards her brother. Who had horded this orb of light to which he so unsubtly referred to as life. “Again you all speak of reparations for your greed. Are you all so empty that you must gobble up what you can without thought, steal from your brothers and sisters?” Her body shifted, twisted, and boiled. “[b]HUM[/b] this gift is not a joke. It is not a game. This is our chance at something. Something to be made. Do not make an enemy of your brothers and sisters. Do not breed conflict for a laugh. Let us at least seek to distribute to whom deserves and not who wants.”