Jesse
"Namiira created us so that we may punish the living. She is the enemy of the living, she creates us to unleash our hatred upon the so-called True Cats and living of Nirni." He says, "You know it to be true, you feel the hate in you at all times, do you not? It is inherent to us. I redirect my hate into my music, so I may spread my message to the living, to aid in the creation of more Dro-m'Athra, through any Khajiit who will listen." He looks Raj'khelij in the eyes, "I wonder how you hide your hatred for the living, for you seem to be almost... Empathetic towards them. It is quite odd."
Meghan
"Hatred? You presume that Khajiit would not just dislike people, but *Hate* Them? Whatever grudges Khajiit holds are outweighed by sorrow. I *Pity* The living far more than I might ever hate them. Life is difficult, complicated, full of trouble. To live is to suffer. Spreading our gifts with hatred is not the way to look at it. Already, Skyrim and Tamriel itself are engulfed in conflict. Warriors do not return home to their families. Children lose their parents. More and more death, death that could be avoided. What is there to punish? And more than that, why punish them for what they do not understand? I pity them for their perspective. Those who use the terms "True cat" And "Bent cat" Have misunderstood what this condition is. They are afraid of what they don't know, and people have always feared the unknown. In short, more than I could hate people, I pity them, for they lead lives of suffering and misunderstanding. What good would hating them do?"
Jesse
He laughs, loudly, a dark laugh that bellows through the air. You'd swear the area got dark as he laughed. Pest bugs seem to linger around Ra'Gharesh, were they there before? You don't know.

"Your hatred is so deep-seated you do not even recognize it!" He laughs, "Truly I have not seen a more naive cat in this ones existence!" His face bears a twisted grin, "Is the discord that lies within this continent not *Beautiful*, death lies everywhere, bodies rot and decay for the bugs and critters to feast on, and yet the foolish mortals *Persist*! A great joke!" 

He laughs again, this time directed at the question Raj'khelij asked, "We hate them for what they do! They start the wars do they not? They hate our very existence, revile us as if we were lesser, fear us as if we great monsters! Yet they are so fragile, it is them who are lesser, and they do not even know it! They sit atop their high horses and gilded thrones passing judgement as if they have any right to judge!" His laughing subsides, giving way to a visible look of disgust on his face, and a hint of deep sorrow, "They cast us aside like Azurah cast aside the Dark Heart of Lorkhaj. Much like they cast aside the diseased and destitute."
Meghan
*Raj'khelij grunted in response, and sighed.*

"They shall understand that they are wrong eventually. This one cannot die. He has *All the time he needs.* There will come a day when they realize their folly. I am in no rush. I will do what I can to teach them. Eventually, no matter how long I must wait, another will listen. And one day, you too will understand your own follies. Good day. *Kiz ahzirr draqa khivado pofa.*"

*Raj'khelij looked to a nearby flat area, tilting his head a bit. He felt the magicka in the air, coursing through his corrupted body, channeling into his claws. A mote of energy formed floating above the ground, swirling and expanding into a fizzling rift, a hole between Mundus and Oblivion. From it, there came forth a shadowy creature that Ra'Gharesh would recognize immediately, perhaps even know what was happening before it emerged. A black senche-cat that glowed with streaks of blue lightning along its body, a Sar-m'Athra. Raj'khelij quietly sat upon its back, and the creature stood up, breaking into a sprint towards the south. The only thing left was the hum of magic, and the ever silent monument to Gjukar.*
Jesse
"*Mor kha'jay t'harith jer draqo wo kodesh.*" He says, returning to his carriage, "This one never expected to meet such a... *Thjiz Dro-m'Athra*." He says to himself once Raj'khelij was out of earshot, his carriage follows the road leading out of Whiterun Hold