[ The elf makes a soft, huffing noise. The offense he felt obvious. ]

How is that my problem? Humans force us to live in their worlds and live by their laws. Yet if we turn the same eye upon them, they act otherwise.

[ There is scurrying in the background. His children giggling as they go. He pauses to turn towards them before sighing soft. The worry he has for them tears at his heart. Poor mad darlings. ]

No. There are some worth keeping. But only some. The rest should be flayed and fed to those far sweeter and kinder than they could ever hope to be.