[ if koltira had a beating heart still, he is certain that it would have stopped short, and immediately leapt into his throat. arthas? here? and sylvanas? koltira is always cold, but his skin feels almost too tight with it, as if it is crawling over his body, prickling, suffocating him. it was not so long ago that he saw her, after all, and heard the threat in her voice as she called forth the portal, hooked him cruelly, and dragged him to the dark bowels of the undercity.
and arthas..
for all of his self-control, koltira is visibly shaken, unnerved, and coldly furious. his luminous eyes widen with shock, his expression slack, then immediately tense again as he grits his teeth. ]
Arthas? You must be mistaken, my prince, we saw to it that he -- he was --
[ no, it's not possible, it cannot be. after all they had done to see him punished, to see him brutally slain and force fed his just desserts -- ]
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and arthas..
for all of his self-control, koltira is visibly shaken, unnerved, and coldly furious. his luminous eyes widen with shock, his expression slack, then immediately tense again as he grits his teeth. ]
Arthas? You must be mistaken, my prince, we saw to it that he -- he was --
[ no, it's not possible, it cannot be. after all they had done to see him punished, to see him brutally slain and force fed his just desserts -- ]
.. it cannot be.