"True, but I speak of the Fire Nation as a whole. It stands that on an individual level that you can't blame the people for what it is their military does. Even those in the military. They are just doing their job, are they not? Still, their nation does it for power but I have found that such complexities are just the nature of war."

It was a lesson he was thoroughly aware of, given one of his closest friends was made up of two races that his people loathed above all others, save Trolls.

"Even if it's used to fend off enemies or prevent others from taking lives, one of its natures is still that of destruction. Such things cannot be changed just by rewording it. However..." His eyes rolled up to the partially blocked sky and his chest rose and fell in a sigh.

His original home. Nordrassil. If Azeroth wasn't a speck of nothingness, the World Tree would still be burning under Ragnaros' watch, wouldn't it?

"It still is a very necessary element, I think. Its nature is to destroy, yet it also makes rebirth possible. The charred remains it leaves in its wake lays the path for new life...when used with such intentions in mind, which rarely seems to be the case, I've seen."

He paused, considering his next words. "The Dragon Aspect of Life--her name is Alexstrasza. The fire she breaths urges new plant life to grow in its wake. It is...both a vexing and truly wonderful sight. Might I inquire if you have physical representatives of the forces you manipulate on your world?"