[ That's a strange way to approach training, Kettara thinks, and not one she expected from this place. It's kind, even. She gives one of her braids an absent tug, watching him. Finally she shrugs. ]

I don't understand you. But I don't understand most people here. There's no one in Beacon like me.

[ It's said frankly, though without malice. She's an orc and most people here are human, or at least think like humans. She's not entirely sure where Soldat fits in that system. ]

Death Knights had no choice. It was done to them. Some of them were honorable, once they regained their minds. Some were not. But the power that made them was evil, and dishonorable. It was intended to break the world. I don't want to see that here.