Lyl has learned that though she may search the planet, there is no such thing as a people with perfect laws. Every nation has good and bad in the political and traditional. Each country forms their own ideals, and if you wish to abide there, sometimes you have to learn to either deal with the small bit you dislike, or else be part of the change of it.
Lyl also has come to terms with the fact that she has no desire to bed a man or a woman in her current condition. She has tried to hide behind a mask of obsessive possessive desire, and misnamed it love. She has accepted that the attraction is there, but that she is a wounded creature, and like all wounded things, tends to lash out and cause hurt rather than pleasure.
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