[It makes him a bit sad, too, especially because he wants to be around the living, wants to make friends, especially with people like Anduin.

And yet, what is he supposed to do when in gets bad? When he can barely stand to be near Anduin? When the urge to rip his still-beating heart from his chest becomes harder and harder to resist?]

I never really asked. I don't eat anymore.

[Every time he had attempted it, he could only recall rotting human flesh, riddled with maggots as the flies buzzed overhead. And this was food, for the Scourge. Every time he ate, something reminded him, ah, it would never taste the same as human or elf flesh, would it?

The thoughts had nearly made him retch. He hadn't touched food since.]

Anything that keeps me busy is something I welcome. You can drop by anytime- in the city, or out there. It's a bit of a walk, but it's not bad.

[What he wouldn't give to have Dusk and Lurid back.]