[No worries; Koltira takes it well enough, shaking his head.]

No--I am not. It is not noble to lie alone in the woods, bleeding onto the grass ... [he rakes a hand down his face.] It is ridiculous.

But I have known Arthas before, not only in Azeroth, but in a city similar to this one. He targeted the people I loved most. He tortured them. He killed them. And then he put them on display, for me.

That was all I could think of when I saw his face, here in Exsilium.