"I know all about souls," she whispered softly, pointedly.<br/>Lilith put her hands behind her again, clasping them at the small of her back. She walked around the leaning creature as he looked to the seas.<br/>"It doesn't matter much what you want, you realize. You're holding on to an ideal that doesn't exist. You...say I don't see fairly. That I don't see all of you. I would wager you're the one that's blind..."<br/>She couldn't help but smile at what she deemed to be his ignorance.<br/>"You are what you are. You say 'monster' like it's a bad thing, but I don't say it the same. I don't 'see' it the same. You take your true talents and focus them, instead of setting them free. You're tamed, as I said, by your morality it would seem. By your definition of who you were before this 'curse' as you call it. All I see when I look at you?"<br/>The Blood Elf woman tilted her head. "I see gifts."<br/>Her shoulders shrugged and she looked out to where his eyes sometimes wandered now, over the distant meeting of cloudy purplish-grey horizon and stormy waving sea.<br/>"I see claws, sharp and dangerous. I felt them, too, didn't I... And they are not for drawing, nor are they for petting or caressing. They are for killing. I see fur. It isn't so that some fair maid can lay upon you like a pathetic bear skin rug, a caught animal skinned and put on display to compliment her. What I see...is completely different. But do not doubt, given you know so little about me, that I see all of you. As a person, an individual, I am permitted of course to choose my preference. And to say it. I would apologize if it offends you but honestly, I am disappointed. You are still talking like half a being, half a soul, rather than embracing the truth of what you are. When claws become tools for art or for literature, then you'll be whole, I suppose? But no, now, in this world..."<br/>She waved her hand at the ocean beyond the beach.<br/>"This world is a world of monsters. And you finally fit in. You are finally more than a mere mortal 'man', more than a race devolved from monkeys. Now you're finally...able to be something great and legendary and humongous. If you seek a woman who wants you for the least of who you are, so be it. I would wish you luck but the nice thing to do...the polite thing to do..."<br/>She looked at him and smiled, and it was almost a tender smile.<br/>"The right thing to do is to wish upon you a woman who will love both halves of you, not necessarily equally either. But a woman who looks at you and truly sees the greatness. Not...someone who settles for the shade of what you are..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>