<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Of course, I would never touch anyone's belongings without permission. I know how dangerous they can be, there were more than a few flocks outside Darnassus where I grew up." </span>She raised an eyebrow then laughed quietly.<span style="color: #4da6ff"> "Of course we're bad influences, I'm a mortal and she's got the mindset of one. And what is your heart telling you? To leave a wonderful, proud, and noble race dead and forgotten by all but one woman? Or to bring them back? I think there's somewhere in creation where you can store their souls and bodies safely until they can be returned. I'm trying to make you human again, figuratively speaking. You aren't a machine who lives only to follow the law to the letter, you're a person with ideas and desires." </span>She returned the hug and smiled.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"If you ever do decide to restore your Seraphim I hope you take my soul with you so I can live as one of them. I'm tired of the hatred on Azeroth."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>