#aieeeeeee

"Trouble is here."

I HAD TO GET THE FULL PIC TOGETHER BECAUSE--- *breaths*

LOOK AT THIS BOI 

It seems simple enough. What happened ?? his companion asks, as if he is recounting a past day's absence. As if he had not DIED a slow, painful death on the Warchief's throne and left the world asunder with his parting, one that Thrall himself had never forgiven himself for not witnessing personally.

Thrall simply shakes his head, eyes full of unreadable emotion and yet staring nowhere in particular. What happened ??

" ... Where to even begin, my friend ?? " He nearly whispers in response, voice fond in its tone but exhausted all at once. " Everything and nothing, simultaneously. We repelled the Legion only for the Alliance and Horde to take their arms up against each other once more, and for Sylvanas to do this. To— to desecrate even DEATH as we all know it. "

Shaman pauses, fingers flexing at his side. How quintessentially alone he has felt through it all, and if he were more selfish, perhaps he would admit it now. But that is simply not his way; even in his loneliness, he is condemned to silence by no one but himself. A chorus of I miss you and I'm sorry rides the wave of his tongue and CRASHES unceremoniously against the back of his teeth.

" I ... was not present for much of it, firsthand, " he instead admits softly, " for reasons I would not burden you with. But I am here now. And I suppose my efforts to stop her must count for something. "