Ankyra Sound and that the only real beauty is order and love and light

illidan wasn’t certain that he would ever understand the need to verbally overcome something. he had picked up on a similar pattern of speech that his packmates shared. they spoke of how they were better than the drageda bunch – how even thinking of the cliff wolves was like letting them win. if that were the case, rusalka would have fallen long before. illidan spent more than enough time festering over their neighbors. he knew that it was a means of overcoming what had happened. he had no place to argue with the woman who had bene tortured by the hand of their enemy.
 
“i suppose you could be right,” he ventured quietly. his dark head bobbed forward once before he fixed his hawkish gaze on the woman and squinted thoughtfully. “you could also be wrong.” as though he was attempting to save himself the lashing he might receive for having been so bold, illidan flashed a toothy smile at her and offered a soft chuckle.
 
“either way, i should not want to risk the wellbeing of rusalka to find out…”
 
not entirely true, but enough honesty that he could pass it off as being genuine. there were some that he would not have cared to risk losing. it was a wicked thought, but he had no allegiance to them. it was the few that he had actually built a relationship with that mattered. without ever having spoken about it, illidan had adopted a similar mindset as his father had when it came to matters of war. it was going to take place whether they wanted it to, or not. illidan only wanted to be prepared for the worst.