Herbalists' Cache the gunslinger watched as the world moved on

it might have been that he was young and that he didn’t understand, but her words did not ease the troubled mind of the youthful ghost. she claimed that she was not raised as one of the drageda wolves, that she had only just joined them days before the war had started. what a violently disgusting thing to admit to a young man riddled in gashes and scars. not only had her involvement not come from a place of deeply rooted loyalty, but she claimed that she truly had nothing to do with their mindset before the fight – she had been a participator without the knowledge of what it was for.
 
illidan shook his head back and forth with an expression of pity that had never once crossed his features. he did not feel sorry for her for what she did not know, but that she had been willing to do anything without the prior knowledge. she was a pawn without a backbone or a mind to think for herself. there was nothing worse than that, really… she could have been a slug and meant more to the world. he should have known that there was something wrong with someone who would fall in line to fight alongside those she knew little about.
 
there was little room to argue with her. the pale woman continued on, suggesting that even if he were to take her prisoner, they would not bother to retrieve her again. it was then that he felt the deepest sense of distress for her situation. he may have felt like an outsider in his own pack, but he knew that they would have rallied together in order to get him back if anything should have happened to him. once she had finished her monologue, he blinked twice and then exhaled sharply.
 
“you must be even more foolish than i’d originally thought,” he admitted with a shrug. “why would someone with even half of a brain remain loyal and fight beside those who would not even miss them? what allegiance do you owe someone who wouldn’t stand by your side in your time of need? how sad your life must be… you have my pity.”