Genn took a deep breath. "But he was right. You were right. I still think what was done with the Forsaken against their will was horrifying. But it's clear to me now that some of them are still the people they once were. So I was wrong, and I apologized.
Anduin nodded. A smile crossed his face fleetingly, then was gone. It was clear he was still burdened with guilt and stubbornly wouldn't relinquish the pain of it. Not yet.
"You were right about Sylvanas," Anduin said, that cold bitterness lingering his his voice. "Light knows, I wish I'd listened."
"I wasn't right about her, either," Genn said, startling Anduin for the second time in as many minutes. "Not entirely. I knew she couldn't let this go by without doing something. I thought she'd attack us. Not her own people."
Lady Sylvanas Windrunner says: I can raise your dead, Regent Lord. Your rangers can fight again.
Lor'themar Theron says: Sylvanas! You will leave our corpses alone or I will deal with you here and now.
Lady Sylvanas Windrunner says: I'm sorry to see your lack of commitment... What of the human corpses?
Lor'themar Theron says: ... well, I suppose that's between you and the Alliance, isn't it?
"I cannot abide this, $n. Each time I think Sylvanas has gone too far, she finds a new line to cross. I have watched her commit one dishonorable act after another.
She desecrates more than the memory of a fallen enemy. She desecrates the Horde itself.
This cannot stand. Something must be done. And soon."
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Player: Valtrois, do you have any thoughts about Derek Proudmoore being returned?
Valtrois: "I was skeptical of the Forsaken when I first joined the Horde, but was assured that they chose their state of undeath willingly. This, however...
The nightborne suffered greatly under the Legion's heel. The atrocities I witnessed... it is distressing how much I am reminded of them now. I will leave it at that."
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Player: Zelling, you look disturbed. Is it about Derek Proudmoore's revival?
Zelling: "What have I done? All I wanted was to be with my family, to take care of them and ensure that they had everything they needed. And now...
Zelling: Derek Proudmoore didn't ask for such a fate. He died a hero to all Kul Tirans, and he has earned his rest beneath the tides. To think I had a hand in this... this...
Zelling: Forgive me, $n. We must set this right."
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"When I was a cadet, my instructors would tell me stories of Derek Proudmoore's bravery. Every captain I knew dreamt of living up to his legacy.
It pains me to see him like this, to know that he will never again be accepted by his people or his family.
And to know I played a part in it."
And that was almost certainly true, wasn’t it? Elune had intervened. Perhaps she had even stayed Saurfang’s killing blow. And she wouldn’t be the only force beyond the Alliance to oppose Sylvanas’s true objective.
Sylvanas’s anger grew cold.
She had known this would happen. It had simply come sooner than expected. That was all.
