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          she  purses  her  lips  for  a  moment  of  contemplation,  mulling  on  his  response.  not  good  enough,  she  thinks,  and  he  knows  it.  knows  that  she  is  not  satisfied  with  such  a  lackluster  reply,  with  such  a  lie.  her  elongated  ears  twitch  just  slight,  and  she  shifts  once  more.  her  sights  take  her  over  the  purview  of  the  black  temple,  a  single  and  lonesome  thought  cast  out  at  the  loss  of  such  a  prospect.  but  her  mind  returns  to  where  they  are,  and  she  peers  at  him  once  more. 

          they  are  similar  now  in  physical  nature  than  she  would  like.  slightly  longer  eyebrows,  elven - like  ears,  fel - green  glowing  eyes,  taller.  part  of  her  hates  it.  she  can  find  stormrage  from  beyond  the  twisting  nether,  but  to  go  out  and  search  for  someone  so  powerful  and  renowned…  she  pushes  the  thought  away.  no,  the  huntress  was  there  at  his  fall.  he  is  not  in  the  nether.  jaina  looks  to  kael’thas  with  more  sorrow  in  her  eyes  than  doubt,  as  if  a  part  of  her  has  failed  him.  

          he  wants  what’s  best  for  his  people,  she  knows.  

          ❛ to  what  end? ❜    she  asks  with  genuine  intrigue,     ❛ how  does  a  temple  a  world  away  assist  the  sin’dorei? ❜

          she guards herself in a way that kael’thas is acutely familiar with.   the purse of her lip is one he has seen many times,   just as the look of disappointment flitting over her features is as well.   not good enough,   indeed.   still,   she stays.   still he continues to disappoint.   it’s a sad thing,   really,   how no matter what he says her dread heart will ever find fault,   many and never just one.

“     we won’t find any help here,     ”     he offers,   and the black temple feels more like a stain than the holy ground it once was meant to be,     “     illidan has forsaken us.   we will ...     ”     it is no secret,   really,   at least not to her,   that kael’thas heart hasn’t laid with illidan’s motives in a long,   long time.   too long,   infact.   every day his people keeps stagnating.

“     we   —   i   —   have needs of help elsewhere.     ”

kil’jaeden was,   surprisingly,   easy enough to summon.   kael’thas is a powerful mage and few boasts his magical prowess.   a message sent into the nether and a reply returned,   soon ending with a meeting where the brand of a legion would,   for the first time in kael’thas’ life,   sear fire into his skin and burn.

he nurses his chest where the fledgling shards of green crystal grows through.   he hasn’t told about it to anyone but he sees the eyes of priestess delrissa,   how they fold at the edges,   and he sees the uneven smile beneath the veil that covers her lower face.   she knows.   he doesn’t doubt that many other shivarra and demons of the medical school knows too.

when kael’thas first made his pact with kil’jaeden the deceiver planted a seed,   a small bit of his own power,   in the sin’dorei’s being.   a promise,   the deceiver said with a subtle grin,   so that you and yours may prosper.   but the deceiver is not called a deceiver for nothing.   

while what kael’thas received was admittedly a powerful boon,   enhancing his fire magicks and granting him mana in abundance,   it was also a brand tying him to the burning legion   —   to kil’jaeden,   to be specific.

as kael’thas faced defeat during the final moments of tempest keep and was deemed dead,   safe for the timely appearance of one of the legion’s many healers.   priestess delrissa granted him life,   a second chance,   but not out of kindness.   to pay back your debt,   she said,   and shattered the bindings of kil’jaeden’s power,   making the brand turn into poison.

arrogance comes from the heart.   so does pride,   and greed,   and love.   kael’thas was a monarch who loved his people too fiercely,   too much,   and was willing to sacrifice himself to see the results bear fruit.

it is only reasonable that the majority of the fel,   foul magic as it is,   would circumvent and focus in the one place where the prince felt everything.

what character flaw most hindered kael’thas ?

jealousy ...   arrogance ...   or greed ?

>   arrogance.

your arrogance swells within you,    like so many other tyrants !

...

when the sunwell was destroyed and kael'thas was desperate to regain magical connection to his people, who did he surrender his will to ?

the lich king ...   the old gods ...   or the burning legion ?

>   the burning legion.

kil'jaeden exploited your arrogance,   paranoia,   and obsession to bend you to his will !

...

i have found the heaviest burden on kael’thas suntrider’s soul.

how did kael’thas FAIL his people ?

did he abandon his people ...   betray his people ...   or corrupt his people ?

>   abandon his people.

kael'thas sunstrider committed ALL of these sins to his OWN people !

...

you cannot judge me !   i did what was needed to save my people !