tentacruelest | 8th Wave

8th Wave

Th' next time this Barge feels like poking around in my head, I'll be keeping to my quarters. The lot of yeh - useless dregs not fit to scrub a floor. It's bad enough I'm locked in here with you, I don't need to call any of yeh friends.

[Private to Bush]

Was dealing with me yerself so difficult that you sought to work through less offensive channels, Captain?

[Private to Arthas]

A word, my king.

[Can you feel that heavy sarcasm, Arthas?]

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What.

You gravely injured the Lady Sylvanas.

I understand it was not your intentions.

Apologize to her and we will forget the matter.

[Sorry, pause a second while Arthas laughs at this hilarious joke.]

You have no idea, do you?

I had a heavy feeling that'd be your answer, Menethil. Yeh are woefully predictable.

Do you know what she is? How she came to be that way?

No, and I don't care to. Not until she tells me herself. Let it be her story.

It's our story.

Then you shouldn't be the only one to have your say in it.

Then don't get in the middle until you know how deep it goes.

I go where I see fit, and I do not take your feelings into account when I do.

Perilous.

I choose my own peril. And you've chosen me for an enemy.

So be it.

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