CHARACTER THESIS Q&A (WARCRAFT VERSE)
to him: i cannot hate you. i cannot hate you, for i have seen through your eyes the corruption which plagues the decaying human kingdom. i have seen the blood and sweat you shed with each stone and brick you etched into the walls of stormwind, walls which were meant to shelter and protect us. but you have chosen the wrong steps for the right path. justice has blinded you, turning you into an evil you have struggled for years to defeat. to me, you were a misguided hero. i will follow the same path however, but i will plan my own steps and i will make sure i do not end up like you. under your wing, i’ve committed atrocities i will never gain forgiveness for, but maybe without them, i would have never been able to see what i’m destined to do.
about names, possessions, and everything i have never admitted to anyone: the whispers get worse with each year, predicting a twilight i’m not sure i am ready to face. we can all hear them, i can tell. and we all pretend not to, trying to ignore them, trying to focus on the larger, closer threat we’re facing. but soon, we’ll all fall into ny’alotha.
to angels: i trust the light, but material existence is flawed and so are you. the light is pure, or corrupting, depending on who you’re asking, and whether it is one or another, your own crusade is not perfect. i shall continue to forge my own destiny and no one, not even a naaru, can force me to do something against my own will.
questions to death: i remember looking up in the sky, seeing nothing but black clouds cloaking the northern reaches. it was cold. my clothes were freezing against my skin and i was laying dead atop the citadel, wondering where we’ve gone wrong. wondering how we have allowed ourselves to get taunted in such way, only to be slaughtered and brought to the brink of enslavement. your shackles burden you heavily, but you told me... you told us that it wasn’t our time yet. you told me to look towards the ashbringer, for it will save me. its light started to blind me, warming my bones on the inside and the next thing i remember is that i was struggling to stand up, my blurry eyesight catching the last seconds of arthas’ existence before it was shattered under the blade. what had me shaking wasn’t his death, but the fact that, just like me, he’d pass on the other side and see absolutely nothing.
to her: it burned and i saw the light in your eyes slowly fade away. i’ve done my duty, bringing you to the slopes of hyjal, so that you can see the roots of your people. for the first time ever, i have seen sadness and emotion in those cold eyes. but just like nordrassil burned under the cruelty of our enemies, so did your heart and soul, aching to fight back. and fought back we did. i’m glad i got to see your true self. i could never ask for a better ally.
questions to the body: my legs --- thank you for carrying me through lush jungles, dark forests, hot sands, freezing snows. my hands --- thank you for holding my daggers, for fighting back when i need you most. my head --- thank you for staying clear, allowing me to focus, even if there were moments when you have failed me. my scars --- i’m sorry, but we will never part ways, for you are a grim reminder that even the best of people have fallen into darkness before. i’ll continue to fight, vessel of my strength, agility, spirit and intellect. i will continue to fight.
to the heart: as long as you stay strong, i will not lose sight of my goal. as long as you stay strong, i won’t be corrupted and influenced, i won’t lose myself. as long as you stay strong, i’ll continue to attune for my countless sins. as long as you stray strong, there’ll come a day when everything will be good in the world again and we’ll both be able to go to rest.
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