[He knows that much, to be true. In all honesty, this is easier than seeing him in person, than having to abide that strange stillness he noticed in Sylvanas. To have to feel something cold and dead in his presence.
And yet, his heart twisted knowing that this one had died defending their home. He was another casualty of the war- and worse, he had been denied the sweet finality of death. He had been made a puppet for the butcher's amusement.
Despite his differences, and despite those that may have considered him a traitor or led astray...he loved his people. Everything he had done, every small part of his soul he severed and traded away, was for them.
Some part of him died as the trees withered in Quel'thalas. The scar carved into the land mirrored one in his soul.]
We have little here. Sylvanas Windrunner is here. The rest, as much as I can surmise, are human.
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Date: 2013-04-08 03:59 am (UTC)From:[He knows that much, to be true. In all honesty, this is easier than seeing him in person, than having to abide that strange stillness he noticed in Sylvanas. To have to feel something cold and dead in his presence.
And yet, his heart twisted knowing that this one had died defending their home. He was another casualty of the war- and worse, he had been denied the sweet finality of death. He had been made a puppet for the butcher's amusement.
Despite his differences, and despite those that may have considered him a traitor or led astray...he loved his people. Everything he had done, every small part of his soul he severed and traded away, was for them.
Some part of him died as the trees withered in Quel'thalas. The scar carved into the land mirrored one in his soul.]
We have little here. Sylvanas Windrunner is here. The rest, as much as I can surmise, are human.
The butcher, Arthas, is present, as well.