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[Private to Tirion Fordring]

A word, if I may.

[Private to Kael'thas Sunstrider]

Kael'thas Sunstrider. [ A calm, serious greeting. ] My name is Yen Sid.

I believe it is time we met.

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[ He closes his eyes for a moment, thinking of what's been said. Of course, it wouldn't be that simple -- a heart as scarred and wounded as Kael's could not be assuaged with words alone. Some things must be felt in order to be learned, and a desire for vengeance is a difficult thing to release.

It will not happen overnight. But there's no rush to reach such an end, either. ]

It is neither my purpose nor my place to judge you or the actions you have taken.

[ He opens his eyes and looks at Kael. ]

I am here as your advocate, and though I cannot promise complete consistency when unusual happenings take hold of the Barge, I will endeavor to be fair in all things.

[It's a long road, but the first hesitant step has been taken.

He cannot trust this man, cannot currently think of him as anything but a jailer. And yet, he has given him back something dear, whether he knows it or not.

He does not wish to be in the human's company any longer than necessary, though some very small part of him doesn't entirely hate the man.]

Fairness.

[He laughs just once, bitterly.]

Do not speak to me of fairness, human. There was no fairness in the way your kind have treated us.

[ He knows. He may not feel it as acutely as Kael does, but he does understand, at least in part, how empty the other must feel without something so intrinsic to his kin.

He shakes his head once, solemnly. ]

I have seen many worlds in my time, Kael'thas Sunstrider. Some where magic is a prevalent as the air itself, and others where it is either forgotten or non-existent.

There was no fairness in the treatment of your homeland or people; that much is true.

However, the heart that beats within every living thing is capable of great good or great evil regardless of blood or race.

[Those words hurt, for some reason, and they stirred within him a memory of another time, of a life in Dalaran.

There, he lived with the humans. He worked with them. Believed them to be equals.

Truly, compared to many of his kind, he had been kinder, more accepting. And the payment for this was being locked in the sewers of the city he once called home. His soldiers used as mere fodder, sent on impossible missions and called traitors when they accepted aid from outside forces.

It stung to hear those words, and more because they reminded him of a time when he believed such things.

He looked away.]

Every living thing, perhaps, if you believed such things.

[He sighed, suddenly weary despite having done little, it felt.]

[ He looks at the other, and for a moment, it seems, his expression just barely softens. ]

Very much so, Kael'thas. The heart is something that defines us, whether our intentions be good or ill.

[ He lets those words sink in before pushing the folder he brought towards the other. ]

This is a copy of your file. It is yours to peruse if you wish.

[He taps a long, red-lacquered nail over the file, and nods slightly.]

I would like to see what is in here.

[And there's a pause, before politeness finally wins out.]

...thank you.

[ He nods once in turn, acknowledging the thanks. ]

I will put in the request for your abilities to be returned before the day is over.

[He says nothing, and looks away. Finally, he makes a small sounds of agreement and stands, taking the file.]

I suppose we will speak again, soon, if we must.

[ He nods once.

He expects Kael will be wanting some space after this, and honestly, it's understandable. ]

If something happens, I will contact you.

[ The statement is open-ended; if Kael needs something, he is also free to ask. ]

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