Misha shifted his head down in silence to contemplate for a short moment. What the large Lei'Loni said was true; adapt or be killed. There was always a method that did not involve direct combat, he knew this. The principles of what he was trained to do from the start, the years of discipline and knowledge he absorbed on the Tol'Shul training grounds could hardly be forgotten. Even now, he could still recall the drills and protocols they had so determinedly taught him. 

From his speech, it was confirmed he was put through a similar circumstance.

Still, he never saw another of his kind speak of such a thing as "belief." It was either possible, or impossible. Their minds could calculate through hundreds of factors within mere seconds, thus always able to come to a conclusion of percentages of success or failure. From the start, he knew the current plan had only a approximate 10% chance of working. 

This disregard of sureness and inclusion of "belief" was what he found interesting about this one. 

"I seek answers." Misha muttered, "I want to know why my very kin turned against me and my allies. To do that, I must cut a path to the center of where it all started, the "Re'Kelzan." Our [i]Leader[/i] is the one responsible for the internal operations of our race, namely the deployment of elite Tol'Shul agents, thus he is the one who will have that answer. On my way towards his throne, I offered those who wish to make a change to come with me. You have quite the resolution to stand here despite my warnings, but now that I've told you my true purpose, do you still wish to stay?"