[He almost wants to ask if he meant human four or troll four, but figures it doesn't matter. The time it takes the planet to circle the sun doesn't change just because of your conqueror. Either option would be just as unappealing. So he sits back, and he listens, and he tries to take it in.]

... Well, shit.

I'm not going to to put on some douchy front that I know what to say, because I haven't got a fucking clue. It's not exactly in the empire's best interests to show the side of the conquered in any sympathetic light in our media, let alone when wiping them out is the goal, and I never got the chance to meet one personally--not like I'd get the chance or would be likely to care if I had.

[Threshecutioner, force of conquest. He'd be there instead of the drone. His gaze dips away from the screen.]

Shit sucks, I guess, which is woefully inadequate and I feel like an immense tool for saying it.