[ She breaches a subject that sets a fire in his veins, makes his single eye narrow, and a grow rumble in his throat. It is not anger for her, despite being human, more her entire race. ]

Dislike is a kind word for what I feel about your kind, it certainly does not fight. I hate dh'oine with my every breath. They lie, cheat, use whoever they wish and then toss them aside like garbage. I have felt the sting of their swords, the cut of their spears. I watched as they murdered my brethren at the behest of leaders we trusted.

[ No one will ever use them again, not while he still breathes. ]

I will kill every dh'oine I come across, given the chance.