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Reliving your past through innocent eyes. [Open]

Now that everything was over, and people regained their memories and appropriate ages, Ronnae found herself staring at the sketchpad her younger self was carrying around. She was somehow scared of opening it. Fearful that the memories would be too painful. She had, after all, done her best to not think about things while on the ship. She knew it would only bring her heartache knowing that they might or might not be in the pods and even then, would they be the same?

She sighed as she settled under the large tree that made up Nokosi's house, slumping down till she sat on the grassy floor, relaxing against the smooth bark of the tree. Placing the sketchpad on her lap, she looked at it with hesitation, maybe she'll take a peak.

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"You talk as if there's not a slew of corpses in Azeroth." Her voice was tense and she frowned, she was letting him get to her and she didn't enjoy that.

"Oh, there are. But if just any old corpse would do, they'd be using just any old corpse, instead of burying Southshore and invading Gilneas, I'd think," he said. "And even so... even if only three people died, doesn't that mean you need to bring more than three people back, to be strong enough to handle the threats?"

Still perfectly calm. He's treating this as an academic discussion, really.

"Those were targets in the messed up war we fight every day! That's like saying the elves invasion of Zul'Aman was just a 'doctors visit'!" She frowned and took a deep breath. "You can't judge her decisions based on things that every other race in Azeroth does on a daily basis. Humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, all of them have invaded and destroyed different cities, villages, and killed entire populations."

"The Tauren are pretty good about not razing villages, except as pare of a greater Horde action," Mar countered. "So there's a question to pose: Southshore. Did it fall for the Horde... or for the Forsaken?"

"See, that's a misconception. True the Tauren are by far our most peaceful members, but they do raze villages, in fact, they hate centaur so much that they go out of their way to raze their camps every now and then. Secondly, Sounthshore had been a thorn on their side for quite some time, it was only a matter of time whether Tarren Mill fell, or Southshore. Or do you think that if given the chance the humans wouldn't have destroyed all of Tarren Mill?" She raised a questioning brow before sighing.

"Look, I'm not saying I condone this cycle of hatred. I loathe it, and if things could be different, I would do anything to make it so. But that's how our world is, and if you're going to judge the Forsaken for being a product of this world and then deny them the chance to exist just like everyone else, then I think that seems a bit hypocritical."

"Whoa now," he said, lifting a finger. "There's a difference between denying someone the chance to exist and believing that the addition of further undead to Azeroth is a bad thing. Those two views are not contradictory. And while I do think it was a choice between Tarren Mill or Southshore, eventually, I do believe that if anyone else had taken one of those cities, they wouldn't have buried it under a few feet of smile."

He finally sat up again, to look at Ronnae. "I figured out a test for Horde members long ago, to provide moral guidance to our members in uncertain times. I call it the Saurfang Test. It's simple enough... just ask, 'Would High Overlord Varok Saurfang approve of this'? And it's a measure of how powerful the test is that even Garrosh Hellscream follows it.

"And I don't think the High Overlord would approve of the Forsaken's actions," he said, simply.

"With the way the rest of the Horde treat them, you're really surprised they don't trust us?" She said in an inquiring tone trying not to sound annoyed. "Listen to yourself. That's like saying other races aren't allowed to breed. They can't breed! They'll die out if they don't do this sort of thing and then all that they fought for will have been for naught. All the lives they gave was for nothing, for people who will continue living through their efforts and are now holding them back from increasing their ranks again."

"Varok Saurfang wouldn't do what they did, but I bet he wouldn't deny them some sort of way for keeping their people's numbers at a safe level. Like maybe have volunteers, or people who don't want to die. Maybe denizens that are already dead. Things like that. If anything, I wish the High Overlord would have taken the seat as the Warchief. He has wisdom beyond his years and would know how to better handle these situations, but he certainly wouldn't be discriminating."

"Now, be fair, the Sin'dorei have always had a pretty good relationship with the Forsaken. They helped us join the Horde, remember?" He suspected it was more for their own reasons than for any sense of altruism, but the help had been there when it was needed. That's what mattered. "That doesn't make them natural, though. Birth is the other half of death, and they don't do that -- not naturally, anyway. Maybe you're on to something with volunteers for immortality, but right now, they've got a very good reason to keep the war going, and that's bad for everyone."

He lay back down. "We both know the High Overlord wouldn't have accepted. Poor man has been through too much. He's earned his rest if anyone has."

"They didn't have a choice in the matter..." she looked down and away as many unpleasant memories started to resurface. "And I'm not going to be one to tell them they have no right to live or continue their race.... If things go out of hand... I won't still my hand either. Somethings just have to be done... no matter how ugly they get."

She definitely sounded bitter about the last part, specially as she raised and hugged her knees to her chest, resting her head against them.

Mar, of all thinks, chuckled. "You have a lot of passion. I like that."

Ronnae blinked, turning her head to face him while still resting on her knees. "T-thanks... I guess..."

"That's a good thing. We need people who'll speak up more than we need more mindless soldiers of the Horde doing whatever they're told."

Though the latter applied to him, and he knew it.

"It got me in a lot of trouble back then... and punishment... But I'm not one to sacrifice my ideals easily."

"Of course it did! Leaders don't want people who can question, they want people who'll do what they say! And the only leaders worth following are the ones who answer the questions to your satisfaction, so long as you know when your questions are reasonable." High standards much, Mar?

"Yeah... those are few and far between... Thrall was one such leader."

"Don't take this the wrong way, now," he said, because half-elven heritage or not she still seemed to have the most in common with orcs, "but you ever think the Warchief of the Horde maybe shouldn't also be the leader of the orcs?"

"Hm?" She looked to him curiously, wondering exactly what he meant.

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