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Rosalyn continued to hold her silence, listening as they spoke one after the other.  When Illidan spoke, she found herself wondering, but the question was immediately answered.  No, she would not.  Because were she in that place, she would turn aside a hundred starving families if it meant her own had food to eat.  She needed only to think of Drageda.  If they had turned them aside, and Erzulie had perished, she would have blamed no one but herself.  Some blamed the world for their troubles - she wasn't one of them.  And revenge was something that was not worth the price it usually called.  She preferred to live and bide her time.

She felt for Raleska, and appreciated her fire towards the man, but she shook her head once the girl finished speaking.  It seemed unreal, but as much as she might hate him, she also believed him.  And she intended to finally extend a few words of support... until he opened his mouth and spoke his own piece.

As he spoke of how they'd intruded, her eyes grew hard as flint, and a heavy, nauseous rage roiled up in her throat.  Everything that they'd lost had been for her sake, and she would not stand here and allow him to play the victim either.  All supporting words she had withered instantly, and at that moment, she didn't care if they killed him on the spot.  Only Erzulie's statement, a question of what came next, held her from stalking away.  She too turned her eyes to Illidan, awaiting his word.  He led them now.