Well, should it not, take comfort in the fact that I'm certain you would find safe harbor within the borders of Demacia. I can't guarantee we would help you fight your war, as we have plenty of our own problems, but you could at least take refuge here.

Kayle nods. "I thank you, however, much can change in a thousand years. I shall keep your offer in mind if I should ever need it. I only hope that the people of Damacia then are as welcoming and gracious as they are now."

((Fine with me.))

"Sounds like an unhealthy dose of self-loathing to me, Kayle." Evelynn crosses her legs and scribbles something down on a notepad. "Sure you feel regret over what you could and could not save, but a long-lived lady such as yourself shouldn't do nothing but linger on past failures, should she? You'll go mad."

"Self-loathing? No." She pauses. "It's not my fault that my sister fell, and Gwendolyn is dead. It's theirs. They took him from me, because I loved him. So I won't let them have the satisfaction of taking anything else."

"But you're not there now. You're here, on Runeterra. Surely you can find someone to share those cold lonely nights with until you return?"

im talking about apologizing for screwing up anouther apology.

I see it makes sense that Kayle sword would not weigh as much as his. Hmm, it seems that I have misjudged you Kayle, because your sword didn't weigh anything I though of you being weak, but that cant be the case because I see you fight with such intensity in battle. So Kayle what is your strength, how did you acquire it?

_King Tryndamere

Kayle,

Do you ever try to see the other sides of issues that you lay your judgement upon? Is this perhaps a somewhat...rare ideal in your world?

Still looking aside and genuinely disturbed by his own thoughts, the thoughts that he had to voice, he inhaled, briefly closing his eyes and muttering the strength to state things.
His look was one of concern. "I... apologize in advance." He said, but this time, his eyes locked on hers.
"However, I seek truth. I still love my brother, even though he is but a shell of his former self. I do know that the cause you fight for is extremely dear to you, but I wonder if despite your diametrically opposed views and despite the happenings of the eternal war, you still love -or at least hold in high regards-, your sister. Deep, within you."

He closed his eyes. He knew he should not have stirred the bee's nest, but he had his own motivation behind that. It was one motivated by concern towards both sisters.

Kayle sighs grimly. "Even here there are people who side with Morgana. Who believe she is in the right, and could commit the same acts as the Fallen. I can not take that chance."

"Apologizing to me?" Kayle is utterly confused as to what the yordle is going on about.

"How did I acquire my strength? Training, mostly. I have had more than ten thousand years to wield a sword, not all of them quite as convenient as this one."

"To judge someone properly one would need to know what they did wrong and their reasoning behind it. So of course I listen to them."

Kayle's expression turned to that of pain, and sorrow. "It is true, I still care for my sister. And one day I wish to see her set on the right path. She may be fallen, but she is my sister still. However, as long as she opposes my cause I can not allow her back to me." She pauses and looks up a Nasus. "My, Curator, you look as if you expect me to smite you where you stand." A small smile crossed her face at this point, as she tried to pry the topic from more painful things.