I hate you, but there are more important things

Yaksha approached Culadra.

Yaksha: I make no apologies for my words, nor do I deny that I hate you. But... *looking at Kaeldra* I understand that there is much I have not seen. But, in a way, a fair maiden has been dishonored and hurt beyond redemption. What kind of man stands by as she suffers so?

Syl: That sounds more like my brother.