"You put her before yourself in hopes that this clan of yours would fix her 'mark'?" *The Chroma's bodily expression changes to a combat-ready stance as he listens to the written message. Afterwards, the Chroma then looked at his free hand, then looked back.* "Parents do not govern children when said children have grown in knowledge to the point of understanding what they wish to do. This violates one's freedom; a thing my mentor often does not approve on." *Chroma gestures a shape with his free hand; a shield. The 'limbs' in the sky seem to remain in place, for now. Chroma itself then looks back at you, Leyla.* "Elaborate on this 'punishment' if possible. If your father fails to show you the respect you, his daughter, deserve... ...His actions will have consequences if that's so. Surely the one who is second to the leader is treated as an equal? Or is he the kind of person whom does not care?" *With that last sentence, Chroma swung his sword at a holographic crown, destroying it, to emphasise his point.* "Those who rule and do not show compassion for their people do not deserve the crown upon their head. During my time I have taught many this lesson, whether it was by action or word is not of my concern." *The Chroma then returns to his less combative stance, but he doesn't look around, as if his 'limbs' are seeing to that for him.*