All of life is a coming home. Salesmen, secretaries, coal miners, beekeepers, sword swallowers, all of us. All the restless hearts of the world, all trying to find a way home.
You will travel far, my little Go’el. My world may be lost, but this is your world now. Take what you need from it. Make a home for the orcs and let no one stand in your way. You are the son of Durotan and Draka, an unbroken line of chieftains. And our people need a leader now more than ever.
You can wipe out a generation of people, you can burn their homes to the ground, and somehow they’ll still come back. But if you destroy their achievements and their history, then it’s like they never existed. Just ash floating. That’s what Hitler wants. And it’s the one thing we simply can’t allow.
Kong’s a pretty good king. Keeps to himself, mostly. This is his home, we’re just guests here. But you don’t go into someone’s house and start dropping bombs unless you’re picking a fight.