#7327

IC: Kyuusei frowned as she looked away. "What am I supposed to say about a Death Knight? I fought in Northrend, I know what they are. Raised into undeath, inexorably drawn to the suffering of others - either to find it or to cause it - no matter how much they might try otherwise. And for all that the Ebon Blade has been instrumental in the Shadowlands, they still stand outside of Death just as they do Life. Defying all of the cycle.”

"Someone told me once," she looked back, thoughtful, "that our immortality wasn't a gift. That because of our role in the Sundering we were cursed to be immortal - to stand outside the cycle. And we kaldorei carried that until we redeemed ourselves at Hyjal. I don't know if that's true, but it seems that undeath is an even greater curse."

Kyuu drew in a deep breath before releasing it in an expansive sigh. "But I can't deny that this one's tried to do right. Has set aside arms for the most part, unlike a lot of their brethren. Offered help to me that, honestly? I'm not entirely sure I'd be able to offer in the same fashion if I was the one approached. Maybe we're not always defined by what we are, but what we try - what we aspire - to be. And from that point of view?"

Bond stares at him. There are two men tied up against the wall and four more lying on the floor, bleeding and hogtied with duct tape.