"A wise man once told my great grandfather that,'The best way to disarm your enemies, is to become their allies.' Seeing what kind of world was possible here, before magic tore is apart, seeing the small amount of history I have, it definitely humanizes your kind. Forgive my ignorance, but what I knew of your kind as a whole was the bloody savage beasts I had to lay to waste to protect my kin," Cyne almost whispered as he continued running his hand over the skeleton, "Hopefully I can have the same effect on your kind, change how they see us. This room, in it's beauty, this creature, this is what magic should be. Not for war."<i>Not to be the Prince of Ashes.</i><br/><br/>He looked around, taking in the whole sight. Although Elara seemed less effected than him, her smirk didn't lift his mood. Since he was a young boy, he'd always wanted to learn how to utilize magic. Watching mages help the land nurture fruit, watching lakes and rivers being cleaned for better use. Not the atrocities he'd committed by his own hands. Not what the entire kingdom had done to another kind of being, in hopes of survival. He looked at the dragons assuming human form, and listening to Elara speak of mage/vampire children, and wondered why his kind were so prone to destroying for survival, instead of compromising. The dragons wanted to live, and changed. The vampires had wanted to live longer, and although they defied nature, they changed. His kind killed needlessly. Yet, even now, being the only thing preventing the war from continuing, he had human thoughts in his mind. How he could learn about Elara's people to better protect himself if he ever needed.<br/><br/>"You say I don't need to continue apologizing, but what makes my kind any better than Ava? We didn't even offer compromise when your kind came through. We immediately went on the defensive. Mages like me tore apart your realm. The ruin of your realm, and the death of many of your kind lay in my blood, on my own hands. Magic is a force of good, at least I've always wanted to see it that way. But the more I witness your nature, the more I see how it can be perverted into war, famine. Even now, with my presence preventing war, it's only because your kind now has the son of the king. I'd almost expected to be publicly executed for the atrocities of my kind against yours. Or worse."