Ras sighed softly and leaned back in his seat with his eyes closed. "As far as I can tell the only difference in my timeline and this one is Vyre  killed Azshara like she was supposed to and Sharindia was killed in the aftermath. And yet so many have suffered because of it... Vyre suffers here because she didn't kill Azshara, and she suffered because she killed Azshara. I've seen so much misery... so many people who just wanted to live simply and peacefully coming to horrible ends for reasons they could never fathom. And this Ras, he has spilled so much blood and caused so much suffering. Are mortals just destined to suffer?"<br/><br/><span style="color: #4da6ff">"I see, that body looks like the angels the Humans worship... seraphs I think they call them? Some of them, anyways. Light knows I can't stand dealing with those bible thumpers... and yes, I was saved by those people but damn if they don't sound like a cult at times."</span>She looked over the models excitedly and tried to reach out to touch them with her left arm, while her right remained limp at her side as though she had already forgotten it was there.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Fascinating... what I wouldn't give to be able to change what I looked like at a whim. Your kind seems so amazing it's hard to believe this isn't all come kind of lucid dream."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>