As Hermione taught Jaina how to use a gun, she cracked Deathstroke-style dark jokes. The two women gradually seemed to forget they were killing people, as though they were at an amusement park shooting tin ducks.
Miss Granger saw far too much of herself in Princess Jaina.
Not only because they had both fallen into the Professor's trap, but because she herself had once gone through a cringeworthy phase, wanting to organize a House-elf uprising.
Only looking back now did she realize how immature she had been a few years ago. House-elves did not want freedom at all. They were a species that had been mentally neutered, wholly dependent on wizarding society for survival.
If they were truly given freedom, independent House-elves might not even be able to survive.
Still, compared to herself, Jaina seemed even more naive.
House-elves could at least be considered innocent victims of oppression. Yet from what she had learned in such a short time, the Orcs Jaina liked were not worthy of sympathy.
To Azeroth, Orcs were a kind of alien, and Deathstroke's consistent stance toward aliens had always been, "Submit or die."
Hermione had never met King Terenas of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, but she felt he must have been a very merciful and compassionate ruler.
If it had been the Professor, those Orcs would not merely be living in shelters. They might have long since become experimental material for the Council of the Sky, or been slaughtered and turned into handbags.
That was only her guess, but when it came to guessing in the darkest possible direction, she was rarely wrong.
"Sheriff, data analysis complete. Spatial coordinates locked. Destination: the planet known as Draenor. Boom Tube teleportation preparations complete."
At that moment, the Adjutant's prompt sounded, indicating that Outland had been found.
"Get