Sorin, after a compleat Nahiri + Phyrexians start pouring into Innistrad while he's still grappling with all of vampirekind hating him, his angel daughter being dead, his other daughter having tried to kill him and wipe out his entire plane, and his grandfather (the one person left alive who still likes him at all) being charmed into hating him and marrying a woman he'd otherwise probably hate:
Arlinn: Shouldn't we do something? Sorin: Well I have 1 plan. Arlinn: ...We're not letting Emrakul out of the- Sorin: What's the worst that happens? it destroys Innistrad??? (gestures at invasion ships, phyrexians, and compleated nahiri) Arlinn: Arlinn: Your job fucking sucks, man Sorin: Yeah. I know. 7000 years of absolute misery











