"No." (Distrust of humans)

The images of war and genocide flood your memory. The droves of humans carting your people off like cattle, the mass **** of women, the plundering of your cities. the individual moments of **** and humiliations which have been inflicted. Trusting a human is paramount to suicide. You cannot declare a friendship with a human, even if they seem to know their own problems.

She looks at you, hurt yet understanding. "You hate us that much. You are not so different from them, I was wrong."

...

You are left in the glade, alone.