(Changing a bit to make it fit him better) "My gods are dead!"
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β DRAKENGARD STARTERS β ACCEPTING
Β Β Β Β Β funny enough, malkhazβs first thought was to congratulate kal'rokh on that fact if it were true.after all, what had higher powers ever done for him? for ANYONE? the light, the naaru, elune & the elements or whateverβ they were another source of power, something to be manipulated & used. putting actual faith in them was to set oneself up for disappointment. that was what the forsaken believed, & it was what malkhaz believed. it didnβt stop some people from believing anyway. he knew little about the loa, & thought to assume the same of themβ but he held his tongue, successfully for once.after all, this was clearly aβ¦ difficult subject. he had pinched a nerve somewhere, & he liked the drakkari enough that he didnβt want to make things worse. questions still remainedβ how did they die? why? how long ago? (how DID one even kill a god? he knew it was possible, because of the events in pandaria within his undead lifetime, butβ¦) a slight furrow appeared on the rogueβs brow, uncertainty teetering between sympathy & casuality, searching for which one kal seemed to prefer.
the boy didnβt say much else in response: ββ¦sorry.β the word, too, carried the underlying question of how malkhaz was supposed to react, or at least of how the troll WANTED him to react.
