<span style="color: #ff0000">"You were a soldier, I did it because I was forced to. You killed enemy combatant, I rained demons on innocent people who were just trying to live in peace. Ras has written me off, he wants me dead now. He doesn't want to dedicate any more time or effort into me... my own father gave up on me, believing you haven't is hard to accept but I am happy for it."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"We may be primitive but at least we beat the Legion without gods."</span>She dropped her head on the table and closed her eyes.<span style="color: #8000ff">"I'm not scared of you, Kelsy. I'm scared of me. Even when I was out I kept getting flashes of memories... they burned my head and made my muscles cramp. When I try to think about my past the pain gets worse like I've already explained. I am thankful for your help and I would love to repay the kindness and patience you've shown me, but I'm scared that I'm a bad person, that I'll hurt you or your people in some way. Maybe I was exiled here because I killed or tortured people? What could I have done wrong that was so bad that I wasn't just executed and fed to the murlocs and Naga?"</span>She looked up at Azeroth and used her finger to trace out what she could see.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "That's her. That's Azeroth. I can see Kalimdor, that's the continent that I'm from. Northrend is there on the Northern side but I don't recognize a lot of those landmasses... I've studied maps of Azeroth before but it looked nothing like that."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>