[i]"Then there must be a middle ground. Always a compromise. It's people like you and her that can change the universe for the better. Have her break into a vault to steal something that can help others. You could build the next breed of super cruiser."[/i] [b]Val wasn't an unreasonable person, but she had the highest moral standards of the Lordans. She took greatly after her uncle, having lived with him the most... Damien the least. She saw potential, and she saw potential wasted... She simply wanted the best for Nikki...[/b] [i]"Maybe it's an age thing... Soon enough I'm going to be an old woman with grating hair... Words don't count as much then."[/i] [b]Val leaned back in her chair with a sigh, resting her head in her propped up hand, staring blankly at a vial of something orange and bubbly.[/b] [i]"Well, I can't bother you forever. Best get your food before it gets cold."[/i] [b]That was probably Val's way of saying she was finished talking. In a way, she was like a concerned mother looking after a much to large family. And the twins certainly weren't making her position easier.[/b]