Hela took a seat as Wrex told his tale. She was a captivated by epic scope of the warrior's tale. It was easy to sympathize with the plight of Wrex's people who were use, abused, and then discarded when they had evolved into perceived threat when aggression no longer convenient and taken by the woman who could knock enough skulls together to get feuding factions to cooperate, right wrongs, and unite for the common good. When his tale finally came to a conclusion Hela nodded and spoke.
"Your Shepard sounds like one helluva woman."
The brunette paused turning to look into the same evening sky. Hela understood. "Still, it's worth fighting for." It was something every people of all races, cultures, realms, and species would fight and die for the right to call and protect that a little space- a world-- their own. "Every time."