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SYLVANAS WINDRUNNER    Ranger General            Banshee Queen

As Raised By Winter || She/They

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FYI I felt the need for a fresh start so this blog is archived now! See ya'll on the new one

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one big positive about me obsessively being angry yesterday (like literally all day because there will never be enough justice for sylvanas) is that i finally established a canon for my sylvanas in an alternate timeline BfA/Shadowlands where she isn't just some comical villain but someone actually trying to save her people

i might actually write a fanfic about it oh my lord where is my life going

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i've been thinking of writing little drabbles for all the dark rangers

and i made the mistake of reading up on the more recent darkfallen that were raised in BfA, which led me to syl's last note to the loyalist adventurer in Dragonflight and now Im just MAD AGAIN

its 2025 and i still will never forgive blizzard for the character assassination

anyways, brace yourself for dark ranger drabbles that may or may not hurt

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Send a word for your muse to find my muse in a certain state.

Mostly angsty stuff, but feel free to add your own.

Tears - Find my muse crying.

Rest - Find my muse sound asleep.

Dream - Find my muse moving in their sleep due to a dream or nightmare.

Bleed - Find my muse injured.

Drink - Find my muse drunk.

Collapse - Find my muse blacked-out on the ground.

Leaving - Find my muse dying.

Grave - Find my muse dead.

Fear - Find my muse panicking about something.

Hide - Find my muse hiding from something or someone.

Anger - Find my muse very angry.

Escape - Find my muse trying to run away from something or someone.

Toxic - Find my muse poisoned.

Bruise - Find my muse badly beaten up. 

Freeze - Find my muse trying to keep warm in the cold.

Battle - Find my muse in the middle of a fight with someone or something.

Saw - Find my muse getting a limb amputated. 

Cough - Find my muse coughing out blood.

[goetiya]

blindness, obliviousness or ignorance. it was an affliction of the unready to make negotiation. the inability to rationalize what may have been another's fault, or even the result of ignorance itself kept dissonance in the way of closure. her anger was deserved in its lashing tendrils of biting loathing. perhaps appealing to a nature she thought familiar to them both only brought the other pain. (a pang of what once was, and a life sylvanas could no longer lead.) ❝ I know I am late... you being warchief hardly has anything to do with it. & if you take what you want by force you are no better than those before you. ❞ an old friend could vie for more, something tangible that could begin to mend the mess made between them.

jaina could not tiptoe forever, moral code would not be a muddied stepping stool for the other woman to wreak her hostile havoc upon. both of them were stubborn; however, the mage had years to properly finesse the many masks worn for diplomacy. despite sylvanas ability to properly mask seething vitriol, empath could feel it on her skin just as she would the chill of wintry magicka. ❝ I won't presume to know anything about you, sylvanas. ❞ her voice has a tremble induced dither to it. (why was she trying so hard?) shoulders hunch forward, icy gaze downcast.

❝ I am no more fragile than you are! I will not break beneath your anger. I won't allow myself to do so. so lash at me all you want, I am not leaving. not yet. ❞

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There's a cruel grin that spreads across her face at Jaina's comment. How many times has someone who never understood what she had to do said something similar? Her hand reaches for the goblet in front of her, digits tracing along the typical etchings that marked Alliance finery: lions, shields, some depiction of unity or hope. She takes a long drink from the cup and all she could taste was the dull burn of the alcohol and the metallic tang of the goblet. " Garrosh said something like that to me once. " Sylvanas said simply, swirling the liquid in her hand. " When he was still Warchief. He asked me what made me different from the Lich King. " Isn't it obvious? I serve the Horde. That had been her reply at the time, and in ways she wouldn't have imagined back then, that answer still stands. She could only imagine how her predecessor would chafe at her position now - it was gratifying. " And my answer has ever been the same, to him, to you, to your precious High King: I do what must be done for the survival of my people. First Forsaken, now the entirety of the Horde. " She took another drink, looking at Jaina directly now. Her smile was gone, replaced by an inscrutable expression. " None of us can claim to be any better than those that came before. But while you and yours hide behind white marble, grand speeches, and pageantry I accept the truth of it. The Horde is strong because of it. Because it is what we needed to be to merely survive. " The Warchief places her goblet back down, studying the mage before her. Something about her now meek expression caught her by surprise. " Perhaps not, Proudmoore. But then why are you here? What do you want then? We are not old friends. The Sylvanas you knew died twenty years ago. So what are you seeking? "

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been playing veilguard. i have many thoughts so far but only finished part 7. so far, its a fun game, feels too much like fantasy mass effect to my liking. i enjoyed being able to control party members and having more than 3 abilities to use like the past games. also introducing morrigan, listing her accomplishments, but none of them are stopping the blight in Fereldan??? criminal.

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//sporadically live blogging new wow expac, potential spoilers

but also going into the new area and i can't help but think ' praise the omnissiah ' and something something machine spirits.

can't help but think if the wider world knew about the nerubians involvement in this anti-forsaken/undead sentiment might just rise again given their association with the scourge. also just general 'oh god evil spiders but they're not undead this time' trauma

[goetiya]

brows knit, accusations bearing harmful truths. jaina did not act when action was indeed necessary. instead she, and those that resided within the " capable " yet still laden with opposition riled rivalry stayed their hand. they let their lips play accusatory falsehoods. some that held little evidence, and maybe a lingering truth... not everyone could be defined by the actions of their past, nor those they might have made in the name of something beyond. at least this is what might have been conveyed to her. an absence of acceptance. betrayal and years of harbored grudge titillating every excuse. ❛❛  but what if i would willingly pay the price you see fit to attempt to make those wrongs into growth ? not rights. there is nothing that can make those actions right. ❜❜ tenor quivered with an unfamiliar dither. was this desperation ? not all of these things were jaina's fault, no. but plenty of them could have been spoken up to - vehemently parried and retorted against. she stood there. she wanted to believe that they had a common enemy. that the woman before her was indeed a monster. and yet, even with those old notions. now she saw the being beneath the undead dermis and hardened countenance. it was not on sylvanas to rationalize her actions. and while some were unforgivable. the seed of hope tugged at jaina's intentions.

❛❛  my misery is not so easily raised. i simply wish to relieve you of some of the weight you carry, ( @lamentaticn ) sylvanas. ❜❜ the implication was delicately put. palms upturned as plush petals formed a frown. knowing that the taller women wouldn't be so easily persuaded.

that there was tending that had to be done in petrichor.

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fists clench, nails biting into her palm - the dulled sensation of pain grounding her as she tried not to let another flare of anger overtake her. Jaina, ever the negotiator, the mediator, the peace-maker. For all the good it's done. and still there was that sense of familiarity that Jaina dare strike. As if they were the same women from decades ago.

" where was this offer before? is it now that I am Warchief, that you seek to appease me? what can you offer that I cannot take by force? would you die for it?"

her echoed voice is low and steady, belying the anger and hostility that seethed below her facade. the word growth was paradoxical - what could grow in death, decay, and stagnation?

" nothing that sits with me can grow. " the answer is part rebuke, part admission. Sylvanas had no interest in righting past wrongs, her vengeance long taken away from her atop Icecrown, nor did she have an interest in the past as a whole.

As leader of the Forsaken she had only ever had one choice: forward. To look to the past was folly, a lesson learned harshly in the early days. The living clung only to pretty pictures of the past rather than the harsh and ugly truths of them. " what do you presume to know of the weight I carry? You could not possibly know it. And if you did, you know it would crush you, fragile as you are "

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incoming another sylvanas rant from someone else who has nothing new to add but needs to talk about it anyway tw: long post

new expansion coming in and what not which brings up my age old boomer angry venting about sylvanas. and also im a little bitch with no willpower so im still gonna play the new expac.

but also seeing alleria being featured as a character in the expansion brings mixed feelings because like on the one hand: fuck yea more windrunner stuff lets go. and I like Alleria despite what my rantings and constant sylvanas-simping my imply.

on the other hand: fuck me, i'm so mad. like irrationally mad. no one should be this mad about an animated short that really did nothing egregious.

i even reread the three sisters comic, because that comic hurts me to the core and I've only read it twice since it came out but I needed a sanity check and just...

alleria how dare you

Like I don't know, all the shit she says in the short is just what sylvanas had reasoned with. except sylvanas wasn't given any kind of choice to become what she was. As ranger general she accepted death at the hands of arthas, defending to her last breath, watching her friends and people die and be raised and die again. peace from war and conflict, maybe she could see Lirath and her mother again.

but no, she was raised. violated. imprisoned. forced to kill her own people, ones that looked up to her as a hero of the high elves now a banshee and a monster under arthas. and I'm not even going to go into the word choice that was used to described the process of arthas resurrecting her as a banshee and what not, but its very poignant and deliberate.

even before then !! alleria CHOSE to go into the dark portal, she CHOSE to not be ranger general. sylvanas had no choice. she lost what seemed like all her family and now was saddled with a position that seemed like it belonged to her sister by right. there was a split in the farstriders as who should be the ranger-general after Lireesa since by succession, it should've been alleria. Not that blood and family and tradition should force into something against her will, I'm not arguing that, but it has a profound affect on her sisters who she says in the short she fought for

Alleria even took the ranger general's bow, Thas'dorah, which we reclaim in legion. and with it shattered the promise of the first ranger-general of the highborne : " as long as this weapon protected Highborne lands, Silvermoon would never fall. "

Like, I don't know. A lot of these emotions of mine are probably just mixed up feelings with how blizzard in general has written the windrunners, especially sylvanas and I'm taking it out on Alleria as some icon of all this injustice rather than someone who is also a victim of said writing.

But come on. Sylvanas lost everything. She had no family, one that abandoned her, she had no home, lost when it fell. Sylvanas had to build a new family, in the Forsaken and the Dark Rangers. Before the whole Shadowlands shtick, which I vehemently hate and half the time just ignore it, she gave risen soldiers a choice of leaving, serving the forsaken, or embracing death in the Cata origins for the forsaken characters. She constantly talked about how the Forsaken needed new people, they were a population that could only dwindle without radical means. And she's seen how families had treated those who were raised under Arthas but were free from his yoke: they yelled, screamed, and even maimed and killed undead that tried to return to past lives. Sylvanas took them all, and for that she was worshipped because she gave them something she herself craved: home.

I just don't know how many different ways I can say sylvanas cared and felt like alleria just did not, at least not about the things she says she cares about. I feel like sylvanas got the brunt of responsibility that her sister had thrown off and suffered a fate could neither foresee or fight against and then that same sister has the absolutely audacity to call her a monster when she herself willingly chose to delve into the void knowing its dangers.

alleria's is a story of choice and consequence, and sylvanas's is a story of picking up the pieces, making do with what she was given, not what she chose.

and yea, character imperfections exist, alleria is flawed, sylvanas is flawed, vereesa, is flawed etc. but what makes me so emotional is that they can't see each other for what they are, one (indirectly) made the other and is aghast at the consequences of her decision. instead of being angry at the events, or at least feeling guilty, she instead sees her sister's form as a banshee and instantly it somehow makes her feel justified in demonizing her even though she is in a VERY comparable position with the void.

vereesa has her own part to play as well. her letters to alleria, the way she talks about sylvanas, the fact she never reaches out to her after garrosh's trial - it paints the horde, the forsaken, and sylvanas in a dim light. by the time alleria comes to meet sylvanas, she already has a preconceived notion of what, not who, she already is: monster, betrayer, enemy.

And what's worse than being all those things to someone you loved? Proving them right, for no reason at all.

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‘ you looked into my eyes. what did you see? ’ // Alleria || Not My Kind of People Starters || @warwaged

Sylvanas beheld her eldest sister and the unfamiliar pang of yearning tugged at her unbeating heart. She looked looked so much like the Farstrider that had left through the Dark Portal so long ago to avenge their mother’s death.

For a moment she allowed herself to take in Alleria’s form as she looked, not as she was. The banshee within her howled, sensing the energies of the Old Gods that threatened to spill from the other at any moment, kept only at bay by the power of will. What was her answer to be?

Dark red eyes met the glow of blue arcane ones. What she saw were the tendrils of the void that ghosted around Alleria’s form, calling Sylvanas a monster as she showed her true self at Windrunner Spire. She sees the same pain in the both of them, with one clear difference: One had chosen her fate, while the other still fights it.

She had so much she wanted to say. She wanted to yell, to scream, to prove Alleria right that she was a monster all along and howl her banshee’s scream until one or both of them tore each other apart right there. Had Alleria recognized why that day at their home was so painful? Forcing her to return to the place of her failure, her death – they were mere moments away from where she fell and where the ultimate violation of her spirit had taken place. Was her eldest sister so lost to the voice of the void that she could understandn’t how it had pained her so?

Sylvanas turned away and stepped towards the cliff’s edge, watching the rising ocean waves along the coast of Kalimdor.

“ I see the raw wounds still left by Minn’da’s and Lirath’s death. The scars the trolls and the old Horde left upon our family. The reflection of Vereesa and I as we lost a brother, a mother, and then a sister. Then only Little Moon stood as the only Windrunner left.

I see my failures, Alleria. I often wonder if there would still be a home for you to come to if I had taken her place and she was still Ranger-General. That you would come home to a family that was still whole, with you and Vereesa blazing a trail from the Sanctum of the Sun to the Elrendar river as we used to. Lireesa welcoming Turalyon to our family, begrudgingly allowing another human into our home.

Your eyes tell me that the last time you saw Sylvanas Windrunner was 30 years ago and in her place you see a mockery of her visage - a wraith of vengeance and anger. Perhaps that is all that I will ever be to you. “

A pause as Sylvanas took a shakey breath that rattled her decomposing lungs.

“ Why are we here, Alleria? Am I to sate your conscience, to convince that I am no longer your sister but the wretched creature you no doubt tell Vereesa and my nephews you believe I am? “

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@goetiya || jaina proudmoore ❝ The time for storytelling is past. Now is the time for cold, hard truths. ❞

Sylvanas laughs, the dual tone of her voice filled with derision she could no longer mask. It's bitter and resentful. It's almost directed at the mage before her, but it shouldn't be. Jaina wasn't the reason she lived this shell of a life, to walk in torment, denied the peace and solitude of lasting death.

But she was the reason all the memories came back. And that was almost just as terrible.

" And here I thought we were enjoying ourselves. You asked for my side, after all. But you want truth? " The crimson of her eyes flash with deadly intent as she regards Jaina again, sitting back in her chair. " What truth do you seek?

Admonishment? That you were too weak to stop your pretty prince before he put my people on the brink of extinction, blinded by your sense of duty? That because of you I died at his hands and I am now the terrible banshee queen and warchief your Alliance so dearly loves to hate?

Forgiveness? For never stepping in to save my people after the destruction Scourge wrought. After all you couldn't have known Kael'thas would've gone down the horrible path he did after the treatment suffered by the Alliance. You could have spoken up for the High Elves, of course - you sheltered Vereesa after all.

Acceptance? You saved the Undercity when it was proved that I had no fault in plague that ravaged the Wrath Gate - that my underlings had plotted my downfall while I waged war with the Alliance and the Horde against Arthas. I would be dead a second time if it wasn't for your timely intervention. "

She was being unfair of course, but the strange swirl of emotions that laced her responses was almost unfamiliar now. Decades of a dull existence, driven by singular purpose now nearly brought to a halt by a brash mage from her past that brought back fragmented memories and emotions.

" Is this why you asked me to stay, little mage? To absolve you of your misery as a ghost from your past? " The Banshee stands, her cape billowing behind her, blending into the smoke of a banshee form that threatened to take hold out of her anger. The audacity of this woman. To pretend to be so familiar after all this time, only so she could seek pity for past grievances.

Her mask nearly breaks, but Sylvanas controls herself the wisping smoke all but disappearing as she turns away, stepping towards the door. " Let the dead lie, Jaina. There is nothing in common between our worlds anymore. "

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hey whats up its me ya gal

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arbitergrounds​:

     the  dragonqueen  sits  up  with  covers  pulled  close  to  her  chest,  worry  knitting  her  brow.  the  pain  that  the  banshee  queen  knows  is  undeniable,  something  alexstrasza  could  never  hope  to  neither  match  nor  understand,  but  she  could  help  in  any  way  she  could.  she  says  nothing  at  sylvanas’  first  movements,  remains  silent,  unknowing  of  what  to  say.  there’s  nothing  to  say,  is  the  conclusion  she  comes  to.

     but  still,  she  should  try.  the  life - binder  reaches  out  a  hand  so  that  knuckles  brush  the  side  of  the  others  arm,  a  forlorn  expression  draws  upon  her  features.  alexstrasza’s  hand  lingers  in  the  space  sylvanas  sat  when  she  departs,  hanging  for  a  moment  like a  chilled  breath  before  she  retracts  it  to  herself.  her  grip  on  the  blankets  tighten,  a  false  ( and  vain )  effort  to  push  the  dismay  away  farther  back  in  her  mind.  she  watches  the  banshee  queen  start  to  depart,  before  throwing  on  a  robe  and  following  suit.  

     like  some  sort  of  trained  animal,  perhaps.  the  cold  air  takes  her  almost  by  surprise,  but  affects  her  little  otherwise.  she  follows  in  silence,  listening  to  the  laments  of  the  banshee  queen,  reaching  out  to  take  the  other  in  her  arms,  a  gesture  that  is  better  received  now  than  it  was  a  few  moments  ago.  she  offers  a  heavy  exhale,  as  if  to  roll  the  worries  of  their  shoulders.

      “ you  can  never  plan  for  a  day  to  be  better  or  worse,  my  love. ”    alexstrasza’s  forehead  presses  against  sylvanas’  in  kind,  her  hands  sliding  down  the  others  arms  to  take  her  hands  in  her  own.   “ please,  let  me  help.  whatever  it  is,  you  need  only  say. ”

An irony dawned on Sylvanas as she sat on the grass, taken in by her love’s arms, her ear pressed against the other’s chest. She took great comfort in the heart beat of Alexstrasza, as if it could fill the silence within her body. The banshee followed her partner’s exhale, mimicking the breathing patterns like they practiced before. Sylvanas closes her eyes as their foreheads touch and she tries to let the warmth radiate through her. A deep, familiar rumble in her chest vocalizes itself as a purr as she presses closer to the Lifebinder. “Always so patient, aren’t you, Alexstrasza?” She said with a hollow laugh. Keeping their hands interlocked, Sylvanas sat up and turned her gaze over to the water, watching the ripples flow through it. “Thank you, dalah’surfal.” She said quietly, the dual-tone of her voice barely present. Alexstrasza’s request turned over and over in her mind. If she was honest with herself, seeing her love rush to her side even as she was like this was of immense relief to her - a signal that the dragonqueen had yet to view her as a lost cause, or an old plaything.

“You’ve done more than enough. You are doing more than enough just by being here.” Sylvanas gave a soft smile, one rarely seen by anyone save for her partner. “One would think in two thousand years I would’ve outgrown these dramatics but it seems part of me still needs it, “ she said in a poor attempt at humor. “Lets get you inside, we can’t have someone seeing the great and powerful Lifebinder being forced into the cold by a banshee.”

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Vereesa looked over the reports once again and then looked up at the farstrider. "Orestes? Are you sure about this?" She asked, not wanting to get her hopes up but she also wanted to find out.

"This demon said he knows where Alleria is?" She asked again, also hopeful that the horde aligned ranger wasn't lying.

Orestes nods politely, "Yes, General...some world called Niskara? If you want, you can question it. The demon Hunter still has it in custody."

Vereesa thought of this for a moment, with the return of the legion it could also mean answers to where her sister had been. Her nephew Arator was already wanting to know, the poor young man grew up without his parents.

"Please don't be lying..." She whispered and looked at the younger ranger. "No, it's fine. I need to go talk to someone about this. I would like you to stay please, if that's ok with your general."

"Ranger General Brightwing said I should work with you. It will be an honour." He said and bowed his head respectfully.

"Thank you, for your help." Vereesa smiled but it lacked the warmth she reserved for her sons. She sighed as she left the office and headed towards the Windrunner sanctuary, she felt she needed to tell the sister she had left behind about this discovery.

If she wasn't there then a dark ranger could deliver the message, sure enough her assumption was correct.

The dark ranger was tense but saw no hostility from the younger Windrunner. "What do you want?"

"Please deliver this message to your dark lady, it's urgent." Vereesa handed over a note.

"Last time you sent a letter it broke your sisters heart. Unbeating as it is, it can still break." The dark ranger harshly rebuked her and almost crumpled the letter.

"Please, this is important, it's about Alleria." Vereesa implored and watched her letter uncrumple in the ranger's hand.

The dark ranger looked at her incredulously, "You are sure?"

Vereesa could only nod.

The dark ranger's ears twitched and then she walked away without a word.

Vereesa now would have to wait.

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The world seemed to freeze as Sylvanas stared down upon the wax seal of the letter her dark ranger held. A letter from Vereesa. It seemed fitting that as the world fell to the ruin and any chance of the Horde being saved fell upon her shoulders as Warchief, that now something would come from her sister. The Banshee Queen took the letter ever so delicately, almost as if handling it too roughly would reduce the contents to ash. The ranger, sensing her mistress’s dismay, bowed and took her leave. Sylvanas broke the seal and opened the correspondence, taking the parchment out and reading it. Her eyes skimmed once, twice... three times. Alleria.

The name written in black ink in Vereesa’s handwriting. A sign of life from their eldest sister. A generation ago, Sylvanas would’ve been relieved to have heard this news, but all this was now was ash in the wind that left her angry and empty. Of course Vereesa was wanting her help finding her sister, nevermind the one that was already here and battling to save the world. She had half a mind to incinerate the letter and let the wind be her reply, but she needed to think beyond her anger. Azeroth was in danger, and this may yet provide opportunities to help save it. Whether Alleria was truly alive or not, that may yet be relics or information they could gather in the fight against the Legion. Sylvanas justified to herself that she would have to lead this personally, even if the boon from such an expedition was unknown, convincing herself that it had nothing to do with family.

The Dark Lady arrived with her retinue at the portal within the following day. A contingent of Dark Rangers at her side stood opposite those of the Silver Covenant. Sylvanas dismounted from her skeletal steed, approaching Veeresa, ignoring the protests of her personal guard to not come to close. As if they could stop her. “Sister.” The word left her lips, devoid of any affection or love she may have possibly had for Vereesa. “I’m glad to see you continue to practice your skills at correspondence. What news have you heard of Alleria, then?”

// @undeadhighelf

[skellsmemes]

Quotes taken from Black Sails season 2:

❝ These are men, not monsters. ❞

❝ Fuck those men. Fuck them for their shortsightedness. Fuck them for their ingratitude. ❞

❝ We should be cutting your goddamn tongue out for all the lies you’ve told us. ❞

❝ Perhaps my lack of education is showing. ❞

❝ Don’t be sorry. Do your fucking job. ❞

❝ If your friends aren’t capable of protecting themselves, then I argue they aren’t worth protecting. ❞

❝ I think that’s why you’re so frustrated with me… because you know all this, and because you know you are so much more like me than anyone you’ve ever met in your entire life.  ❞

❝ Stop telling me what it is you think I think. You sound fucking ridiculous. ❞

❝ How is it you see such a partner in them and such a villain in me? ❞

❝ Civilization needs its monsters. ❞

❝ I think it worth reminding you that in most cases a person trying to change the world fails for one simple and unavoidable reason… everyone else. ❞

❝ Brace yourself, but I’m the only person within a hundred miles of here who doesn’t want to see you dead. ❞

❝ Stay out of my fucking business. Consider this the only warning you’re ever gonna get. ❞

❝ If we are all going to make something of this place, perhaps it is in everyone’s best interest that you and I find a way past all of this, past your anger towards me. ❞

❝ If you’re anything like me, you simply cannot abide a liar. ❞

❝ There’s a feeling one gets when in the presence of the truly great men. It’s something quite indescribable. ❞

❝ The game you are entering into is a brutal and unforgiving one. ❞

❝ Great men aren’t made great by politics. ❞

❝ If your interests and mine were adverse to each other, there’s a good chance I’d cross you to save myself. ❞

❝ And the moral of the story… everybody needs a partner. ❞

❝ I’m not looking for someone to hold my hand. I need someone who can help me. ❞

❝ Strange pairs… They can achieve the most unexpected things. ❞

❝ When someone gives you a life, it ain’t truly your own. You owe some part of it back. ❞

❝ They can hate me, they just need to need me. ❞

❝ Hold that position for long enough and you might convince everyone you’re something more than you actually are. ❞

❝ This upsets you. This threatens you. I am sorry. There is nothing you can do about it. ❞

❝ It isn’t about getting them to like you, it’s about reminding them how much they dislike each other.  ❞

❝ My concern is for you. ❞

❝ If you are not strong enough to protect yourself, then I am urging you to cease behaving as if you are. ❞

❝ My concern with you is over that which cannot be known. That thing which arises in you when passions are aroused… good sense escapes you. All people have it. But yours… yours is different. Darker. Wilder. When exposed to extremes, I could not imagine what it is capable of. And of greater concern, I’m not sure you do either. ❞

❝ Know that all I have ever wanted for you is to be happy. ❞

❝ No matter where I’ve been, one thing is true. There’s always one. The one you don’t cross. It would seem readily apparent that in this place, that would be you. ❞

❝ Strange. You and I have never shared more than a few words, and yet I feel like we’re old friends. ❞

❝ Every person has their torments. Demons born of past wrongs that hound and harass them. You perceive the effects of the demons. Echoes of their voices. But I know their names. I was there when they were born. I know the things they whisper at night. So you can believe me when I tell you that within the chorus of torments… none of them look or sound like me. ❞

❝ I imagine there are two kinds of men who make their life at sea. Those whose sense of duty forces them to leave any sense of permanence or identity behind them and those for whom that is the attraction. ❞

❝ I think you’re someone who’s very good at managing how you’re perceived. ❞

❝ I think you’re powerless to do anything about this. ❞

❝ I will rain holy hell down upon them. ❞

❝ You have questions about my loyalties? Then accuse me. Challenge me. Fight me. Or shut the fuck up about it. ❞

❝ So you think that they see me as the villain in this particular story? ❞

❝ To pardon a traitor is the act of a coward. ❞

❝ I’ve put a lot of bodies in the ground for you, haven’t I? ❞

❝ People can say what they like about you. But you’re a good person. More people should say that. And someone should be willing to defend it. ❞

❝ It’s clear to me now that what lies ahead is the road to ruin. And I’m asking you to stop this right now before we’ve all gone too far to turn back. ❞

❝ Given a choice between capitulation and survival, I don’t imagine that to be much of a choice for you at all. ❞

❝ I have been the subject of enough ridicule and innuendo to know the difference between a little danger and mortal danger, and I’m telling you that what we face right now is the latter. ❞

❝ I have been loyal and protective and fucking committed to you since that day, and I am asking you to come with me so that I can save your life. ❞

❝ I tried to tell you once, I’m a hard person not to like. ❞

❝ You have proven me so very wrong. And I could not be prouder of you for it. ❞

❝ I think you are fighting for the sake of fighting! Because it’s the only state in which you can function! ❞

❝ Had I two rounds left, I would shoot both of you and be done with all of this. ❞

❝ I’m only sorry that you cannot see past your own pride to join me. ❞

❝ The idea that you could choose to discard our arrangement, that I would demur in the face of your unassailable rhetoric, either you’ve overestimated yourself, or you’ve underestimated me.  ❞

❝ I don’t hide behind the law. I don’t hide behind anything. I look him in his eye and I give him every chance to deny me. That is legitimate. ❞

❝ We aren’t criminals to them. We aren’t even men. We’re animals. ❞

❝ If I’m not what I was when I was born, and I ain’t what I’ve become instead… what the fuck am I? ❞

❝ Where else would you wake up in the morning and matter? ❞

❝ So easy for you to betray your oath? ❞

❝ It isn’t actually the pain they’re inflicting that’s the most frightening part of it. It isn’t the fear of future pain. It’s the knowledge that even when the pain stops, even if they were to let you go, that they’ve changed you. That pain, that fear, that despair… has made you someone else, someone you barely recognize. ❞

❝ I assure you, you will hear from me again. ❞

❝ There is always a life, there is always a future, as long as one is willing to build it for themselves. ❞

❝ I know that any appearance of civility from you is but a glimpse of the person you once were. A ghost that shows itself only while the darker things that now govern your soul lay dormant. ❞

❝ I’m forced to wonder if this illusion is no accident at all, but theater for my benefit, orchestrated by someone so awful, even monsters such as these have no choice but to dance to the tune they play for them. ❞

❝ What happens if that person decides the theater no longer serves his purposes and he lets the monsters loose? ❞

❝ So now I realize two things are possible — One, something has changed within you, something so significant that you’ve turned into someone I barely recognize, or, two… it was a fantasy that I ever knew you at all. ❞

❝ I heard men say it was because of the violence. I heard them say it was your charm. It was clear to me the reason why you were so good at bending men towards your will was you knew the power of a story and how to harness it to your own ends. ❞

❝ I have done what I have done to arrive at this point. I have done what I’ve done and I will live with it. But do not for a moment believe that that defines me. I will not be that person. ❞

❝ Everyone realized, like just about anything else in this life… the moment you stop fearing it, it loses all its power. ❞

❝ It is free today, and so long as I draw breath, it shall remain free. ❞

❝ I’d hoped you and I shared a love to make such a thing unthinkable. I’d hoped those warnings were wrong. But I know you too well, so I prepared in case they were right. ❞

❝ Those people out there heard him and they came to my door not to pay their respects, not because they loved my father… but because when this war begins, they want to make sure I don’t mistake them for enemies. ❞

❝ I cannot stand before you and claim to be without sin. ❞

❝ I feared the person I was about to create. I feared that someone born of such dark things would consume me were I not careful. And I was determined only to wear them for a while and then dispose of them when their purpose was complete. ❞

❝ Truth is… every day I’ve worn that name I’ve hated it a little more. I’ve been ready to return it to the sea for a long time. ❞

❝ What forgiveness are you entitled to while you stand back in the shadows pushing me out in front of the world to be laid bear for the sake of the truth? ❞

❝ Tell me when does the truth about your sins come to light? ❞

❝ You know nothing of my sins. ❞

❝ I want to see this whole goddamn city, this city that you purchased with our misery, burn! ❞

❝ I want to see you hanged on the very gallows you’ve used to hang men for crimes far slighter than this! ❞

❝ I want to see that noose around your neck and I want to pull the fucking lever with my own two hands! ❞

❝ The time for storytelling is past. Now is the time for cold, hard truths. ❞

❝ Is it for my welfare that you want me to leave or your own? ❞

❝ I was clear about what I wanted and I don’t think it had anything to do with begging your forgiveness. ❞

❝ Why did you betray those closest to you all those years ago? Was it really so small and vile as a bribe? The promise of lording over other men in this place? Or were you simply too weak to say no? Too cowardly to do the harder thing and preserve your decency? Tell me it was the latter. Tell me this is all happening because of your cowardice. I could accept that. I might forgive that.❞

❝ Even in this moment, alone with a condemned person, you are unable to speak the truth. ❞

❝ Being that far away, you see things differently. ❞

❝ Every time I said my name, they knew my name. The first thing they said every time was your name. Like we was two halves of the same thing. ❞

❝ I can’t be your wife. But you and I are gonna be partners till they put us in the fucking ground. ❞

❝ Everyone is a monster to someone. Since you are so convinced that I am yours, I will be it. ❞

❝ You are the protector of the law in this place and you brazenly disregard that at your own peril. ❞

❝ For people like us, power in this place is most effective when it is least perceived. ❞

❝ If anyone was going to make a trophy of you, it really ought to be me. ❞

❝ My word will be the last word for this place. ❞

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