She frowns, the hatred is completely understandable but it makes her bristle. Makes her pull her shoulders back and want to pull out the lines she spoke over and over, about the greatness everyone is capable of, the kindess, compassion.

What use would that be to a woman who is seeing her world fall under the rule of a tyrannical empress.

"You don't have to. I can only apologize for what she did. Our race, it's a cruel violent one from birth, our world demands it and most think little of it. The empress thrives in it, it's her world and her doing. I know we could be better trolls, better people, if we are given the chance. If we stop to think about the horrible things the world wants us to do."

Even to her own ears, it sounds empty, hollow, the world is already gone.

"She would never apologize, she doesn't care, but I do. I'm sorry."