Throm had gone and Sanria pulled up one of the chairs in the room. She gave a deep sigh as she watched Colin thrashing about on the floor. "You may as well stop. You cannot fight nature." Sanria watched as Colin's face grew red. "Emalia is not your dog, Colin. She doesn't belong to any of us."
"She belongs to me, she belongs with me, and if that creature has taken her..."
"No," Sanria sighed. "Don't you think, Colin, that I've endured this as well?"
"You keeping me here could be the very thing that takes her away - have you thought of that?"
"You understand nothing but presume to know everything," Sanria said, letting out yet another sigh. She leaned forward, looking down at the large man whose face was burning with intensity.
"Funny, I was thinking the exact same thing of you."
"I know you are worried, Colin. I am too." Sanria paused a moment, her worst fears about her daughter being confirmed. Due to this black makou business, Emalia was nowhere to be found. She hung her head at her next words, "But already, Throm's lack of thought has landed us here. He rushed here to give you two something that should not have been freely given. Now, the result is that it and my daughter are missing."
"But right now.. he could have her.. doing... who knows what to her."
Colin again struggled with the vines, though finding himself still restrained did nothing to slow him down. In fact, his face grew more red with every renewed effort he gave. It did unnerve Sanria a bit seeing him so upset. If anything happened where her spell would falter, she didn't know what he might do. "I want you to think for a moment of when you have your own daughter."
"Because of you I might not even HAVE my daughter! How can you do this, do you not care at all!?"
The words stung Sanria deeply. Immediately, she felt that it wasn't worth attempting to discuss. She knew that the moment she allowed Colin up, he would either commence thrashing her, or he would bolt from the door and put Emalia into even worse danger. She was in no way prepared for the words that were to come from her captive: "Maybe Emalia was right and that IS why you decided to just leave her behind and chase your own whims."
Sanria sat up, tilting her head to the side. A couple renegade tears rolled from her eyes as she looked down upon Colin. "What?"
"After she took care of you for all that time and once Thasmudyan came back you didn't have time for her anymore."
Sanria sat back with a sad smile. Again she was confronted with the thoughts of her daughter. The shame she felt as well as the pain of knowing how her actions drove her daughter from her life washed over her anew. "Do you see right now how you treat me?" she asked, waving a hand. The vines sprung immediately to life, wrapping themselves around Colin's mouth and head. He could still see, but speaking was no longer a luxury. "How you drop everything else because your lover is in danger?"
Sanria once again leaned forward, not bothering to hide her emotions now. Tears were in her eyes, as was rage that she had not yet been able to vent. Her face was red, blotchy, and contorted. "After eighteen years of being insane, having my own daughter taking care of me, I find the one person I had been seeking in my mind for EIGHTEEN YEARS. I didn't leave her, I was overcome with absolute joy that my lover... the one man that meant the world to me, the FATHER of YOUR WIFE had returned to me. Of COURSE I wanted to spend time with him!"
Only a sob forced Sanria to pause. "GODS you think you understand but you won't even look at your own situation to GET IT! I NEVER stopped loving Emalia, Colin. No matter what YOU or SHE may think. You would run off in an instant to save her? WELCOME TO MY WORLD. I find her and she acts as though I'm dirt, never understanding... never bothering to. Just like you. You will NOT get my daughter hurt, nor anyone else I love because you bullheadedly think she is the only living thing in the realms. I'm sorry. Throm will speak with Grobnak and you WILL wait."
Sanria wiped her eyes, letting out a couple more sobs, before finally letting Colin's mouth free. "At least I won't keep you here eighteen years waiting on it."
The tirade did nothing and Colin continued on, unrelenting. His ire rose until suddenly, he laid upon the floor, looking calm. "How did I end up down here?"
The question stopped Sanria for a moment, and she stared at the man in disbelief. She could not comprehend why Colin would ask such a thing, and this, coupled with his absolute rage, his sudden calm... her only recourse was to call on her brother. She was not going to sit in the room any longer with the chance that another odd change in Colin would crop up.
