"You're a monster."
Garrosh smirked, his arms crossed. Coming from someone else this may have bothered him; coming from Jaina, it was to be expected. “You made that clear at my trial, Proudmoore,” his grin took on a leering edge. “Don’t waste your breath.”
There was a flash of something akin to hurt in Garrosh’s golden eyes, but he quickly recovered.
A comment that would have once left him -undone- had now become routine. He had learned to swallow it behind a furious facade.
“He is PROUD,” Garrosh mustered false conviction. “Look at what I’ve given him.”
There was a pause, and then, with a growl, another bite: “At least I didn’t kill my father for an enemy, Proudmoore. How do you live with yourself?”
She was going to let his comment slide, like water on the pane of a window, but his own words cut deep inside of her; the Lady’s step halting. She contemplated simply brushing it off, ignoring the bait, but like a fool she was, Jaina spun on her heel && faced him.
‘ I would do anything for PEACE, a concept you clearly can’t grasp.
I never wanted enemies with the Horde -- Light, it would be a dream
come true to see the Alliance && the Horde united under one banner.
Yet it never can, because of people like my father, && people like YOU. ‘
It hurt her to put her own father under that banner. She tried to face it with a brave face, but no amount of political masking && training could hide the pain that was in her eyes. Steeling herself, she jabbed an accusing finger at him.
‘ As for how I can live for myself, why, I could ask YOU the same question with your father. ‘
( they had one thing in common at least -- father issues. )