[Maybe he is right -- that is always what she thought, until Koltira had a much better argument. She doesn't stop approaching until she is just mere inches from him, twitching to just. Punch him. Shove him. Something. But he's given her something to think about, and its confusing her.]

Our design is what shackled us to the Lich King. It is our bond to him, it keeps us his slaves even in the face of his death --

[Her jaw goes tight, her grip around the bottle goes tighter. She's just parroting what Koltira had said to her, she's realizing. Does that make it any better?]

No. You don't know.

[Maybe he does -- she doesn't want to believe anyone has any idea what it is like to be tethered for your survival. Without the Ebon Blade, she is just a Death Knight -- and nobody cares for stray Death Knights. Stray Death Knights end up dead, because there is always a chance they will turn Scourge. She's been on that side of the fence too.

That tone of his -- is that pity? How dare he.]