Jurai nodded, impressed by how little fear this woman showed in speaking to him, even reaching out to touch him. Most humans flinched instinctively when he drew near them, and yet she did not seem worried in the slightest. He sighed as she spoke of undoing the damage done to the Beastlands. "I wish I could have as much hope for the future as you. I do not doubt that the demons can be beaten back, that the Beastlands may indeed heal once more, but I doubt my people will recover, because I doubt we will be<em>allowed</em>to recover. Zenith knows how weak we are now, and once this war is over, I fully expect them to ensure we never grow to threaten them once again. Perhaps working alongside us in this war will change their minds, but I would not wager much on that outcome." he replied with a sigh.<br/><br/>When Aersilae mentioned being taken to the demon's own world, Jurai's eyes widened slightly. It sounded almost absurd. The idea of demons kidnapping mortals to do unspeakable things to them was not hard to swallow, but the fact that she was standing here now implied that she had escaped, which was quite hard to accept. And yet, for some reason, Jurai believed her when she spoke. "I can only imagine what horrors they must have inflicted upon you while you were their captive..." he replied solemnly. "I pray no one else be force to endure such a fate."