Delithia listened to Order and Melody speak in silence before smirking.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Huh, and I thought Tyrande was a self-righteous cunt. Your people actually respond to this?" </span>She vaguely motioned toward Melody as though she were something foul.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"You know, Melody, I don't think you have any right to call the Seraphim a failed species. Given, oh... <i>that</i>." </span>She pointed to the empty spot in the sky.<span style="color: #4da6ff"> "Your kind fell to the Legion too, the only difference is you were lucky enough to survive it. And then there was a Council... and Order here. Who are you, exactly, to judge other races? Order here is in my charge, and I think getting her away from Azeroth and creating a world for her Seraphim to exist would be a very therapeutic experience for her."</span>The priestess tsk'd the Empress quietly and shook her head.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Not everyone gets to put on a crown, prance around with a stick up their ass, and call themselves royalty. Especially not someone who would hide another's child out of spite. Order here has been through trauma nobody, mortal or Eternal, could understand the depths of. Expecting her to just jump back into normal life with no difficulty is laughable at best and insulting at worst. She needs..." </span>She trailed off as golden flames appeared in the sky before jade energy seemed to swallow the sky.<span style="color: #4da6ff"> "Is that one of your guards?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>