[He simply nods, but his face belies a feeling of sorrow. He knows, he knows his people suffered at the hands of that butcher. Sylvanas had been nearly enough to remind him, but now, another had joined them.
He, too, looks away, for a moment, and nods sadly.]
I see.
I suppose you did what you were able to. Many lost their lives.
[His father, included. A man he was never properly able to grieve for.]
There is no shame in it.
[He should have been there, and it haunts him. If he had not been in Dalaran, he could have helped, could have fought alongside his people.
But he wasn't there when they needed him. Reminding himself of that is like ripping open a wound.]
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Date: 2013-04-08 03:28 am (UTC)From:He, too, looks away, for a moment, and nods sadly.]
I see.
I suppose you did what you were able to. Many lost their lives.
[His father, included. A man he was never properly able to grieve for.]
There is no shame in it.
[He should have been there, and it haunts him. If he had not been in Dalaran, he could have helped, could have fought alongside his people.
But he wasn't there when they needed him. Reminding himself of that is like ripping open a wound.]