The start of the explanation had Nepeta looking pretty down. More war, huh. How awful. She'd never been involved in one before this Azeroth, technically, but her own experiences in SGRUB and the stories of the troll empire's conquests had told her plenty. It wasn't killing with a purpose, like she did, but a giant mob of people trying to murder each other over some faraway goal. Often it wasn't even a good goal.

So she wasn't particularly eager to jump on board with the idea at first.

But he kept going, talking about hope and courage and the ability to fight back against unimaginable odds, and she remembered... It wasn't so long ago, really. She and the other trolls, standing against the towering form of their black king. A vicious monster embowered by the strength of all of their dead Lusii. The biggest adversary standing between them and their victory.

And by working together, as one, they'd managed to bring him down. They'd overcome the biggest challenge the game could throw at them, and their reward had been...

Well, thanks to circumstances beyond their control, their reward had been snatched away from them. But still.

"You broke the rules." She mused. "The rules said your planet had failed and it needed to be destroyed. But you broke them."

She turned to him with a warm smile. "That's really impurressive, I think."