<span style="color: #ff0000">"I... Yeah, I guess you're right. For a doctor you're pretty smart." </span>She offered him a small smile and closed her eyes as she let him bathe her.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "I guess you have a point there."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"Do you think us primitives were prepared for giant bugs erupting from the ground and slaughtering us while being controlled by a giant mouth in ruins ancient by our standards? Or dragons manipulating an entire Human kingdom into a suicidal war? Or how about the dead rising to kill us, which fed their army of stitched together abominations? No, we weren't ready for it because we went right back to hating and fighting each other between each potentially world ending war..."</span>For a moment Kelsy would see genuine sadness in Rayne's expression.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "I had to kill a shaman who saved my life, the life of my sisters in arms. Why? Because he was an Orc in the wrong place at the wrong time. Azeroth isn't full of bloodthirsty savages, you won't find a single soldier Horde or Alliance who truly wants to go out and fight to the death... The Orcs might, but that's based on some weird honor code I don't really follow... But we're not monsters, we fight because we have to. What happens when the Legion comes back and throws the same army at Azeroth that they threw at whatever this place is called? Fighting makes us strong." </span>She looked at the doctor for a while then looked down.<span style="color: #8000ff">"Or that's what I used to believe. You don't need to give me orders, but I'll still do what you tell me to. I've been given another chance to live, a chance to be more than a dumb soldier. I won't waste it."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>