[b][color=#38b000]"It matters when it leaves unfinished business, no?"[/color][/b] Verdant inquired, mostly rhetorical. A hand rose, drawing a thumb across her throat, the implication quite obvious. [b][color=#38b000]"Kill it, be done with it. Or it'll come back to haunt you at the least opportune moment."[/color][/b]

Even humans with their short lifespan could be troublesome, inheriting the toxin that was hate down the generations. But for a long-lived elf? No containment was perfect. She'll break free sooner or later, and the serpent can only hope to be far away from this place when it happen.

[b][color=#38b000]"Guess we'll have to respect each other's  boundary, then."[/color][/b] That much can be acquiesced. They'll depart the gallery soon enough anyway. [b][color=#38b000]"To be free is to be unbound and limitless. I could say more of our difference, but I suspect that will go nowhere. Changing our nature is not happening in a single conversation, yes?"[/color][/b]