[Explained like that, it's easy; it's the same as the demon's soul she's more or less bonded with now, keeping an eye on it to make sure its fel energies didn't control her the way it wanted to, blocking out and disputing the hissed words and taunts it throws her way on a daily basis.
... And seeing as thinking of her old friends worked wonders as a start, maybe that's the key. She can't have those things anymore. They're the world she wants to protect, but she no longer belongs with them, but it's because of them that she's become what she has, because her love and guilt was so strengthened by the Burning Legion and all that came with it, and it isn't anything she regrets in the least. They may never fully understand (them, or the rest of the ones she called her people), but that doesn't matter. It matters enough that she's able to protect them as well as she wants to.]
That is something I have been practicing for some years now, monk.
[She's envious that they're able to live without the knowledge of how deafening the Burning Legion is, how many worlds they've destroyed and how they plan to do the same to Azeroth. She's envious that they all have some place to belong, just as she had and does now in a new way (though it still feels oddly lonely in that regard, too). But Alararinna loves her people, loves her misfit family more than anything else, and they are worth the sacrifice she's made to protect them. To protect her world. If it weren't for them she would have never realized how powerless they all were to stop what felt like the inevitable, and yet it's that impossibility she stands so proudly in defiance against.
The jade breaks off in pieces, small at first, but as she wields the metaphorical flame they come off in bigger ones until she's freed. Alararinna stretches her ankles out and steps away from the jade pools, walking a few feet from it before turning back to Nahyuta; in her footfalls are the beginning of grass and flowers, though she doesn't seem to notice as she inclines her head.]
You have my gratitude for your assistance... Nahyuta, you called yourself? I am Alararinna.
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... And seeing as thinking of her old friends worked wonders as a start, maybe that's the key. She can't have those things anymore. They're the world she wants to protect, but she no longer belongs with them, but it's because of them that she's become what she has, because her love and guilt was so strengthened by the Burning Legion and all that came with it, and it isn't anything she regrets in the least. They may never fully understand (them, or the rest of the ones she called her people), but that doesn't matter. It matters enough that she's able to protect them as well as she wants to.]
That is something I have been practicing for some years now, monk.
[She's envious that they're able to live without the knowledge of how deafening the Burning Legion is, how many worlds they've destroyed and how they plan to do the same to Azeroth. She's envious that they all have some place to belong, just as she had and does now in a new way (though it still feels oddly lonely in that regard, too). But Alararinna loves her people, loves her misfit family more than anything else, and they are worth the sacrifice she's made to protect them. To protect her world. If it weren't for them she would have never realized how powerless they all were to stop what felt like the inevitable, and yet it's that impossibility she stands so proudly in defiance against.
The jade breaks off in pieces, small at first, but as she wields the metaphorical flame they come off in bigger ones until she's freed. Alararinna stretches her ankles out and steps away from the jade pools, walking a few feet from it before turning back to Nahyuta; in her footfalls are the beginning of grass and flowers, though she doesn't seem to notice as she inclines her head.]
You have my gratitude for your assistance... Nahyuta, you called yourself? I am Alararinna.