[Koltira drives his nails into his thighs, his scowl deepening. The octaves of his voice drop by several measures, and the otherworldly reverberation becomes more pronounced; it is a howling gasp, an echo of the necromancy that binds him together.]

I do not want anyone by my side. You don't understand what he has done--not just on Azeroth, but on a world like this one, as well! I have been in a city similar to Exsilium before, with a collection of people stolen from their worlds! Arthas was brought to that city, too, and he wrought havoc on everyone I cared about! Everyone I--

[the fire drains, and he covers his face with one hand, swallowing thickly.] --loved.