Lor'themar: To think we now stand on the other side of the veil. That those we lost await us here among these countless afterlives.
Lor'themar: Is there... anyone you would seek out, Baine? For one last conversation before you reutnr to the land of the living?
Baine: No need to spare my feelings, Lor'themar. You are asking if I wish to find my father.
Baine: The truth is... I do not need to. His spirit is always with me, where I go, whatever I do. Guiding me just as his ancestors guided him.
Baine: And what of you? Is there someone you would visit, given the chance?
Lor'themar: Prince Kael'thas. Long have I held the title of Regent Lord, all the while wondering if I was truly suited to lead my people.
Lor'themar: I would ask the last liege of Silvermoon if he regrets the choices he made. A chance to mend old wounds, and perhaps feel that the torch has truly been passed.
Baine: A feeling I understand all too well. I pray your conversation brings you the peace you seek, my friend.
We sin'dorei are no strangers to suffering and tragedy. I have seen my people massacred, my kingdom razed, and all I revere defiled.
When Silvermoon at last rejoined the world, it was Sylvanas who extended her hand and welcomed us into the Horde.
Those days are long behind us now. The devastation and loss inflicted upon Azeroth by the Banshee Queen is nigh incalculable.
The knowledge that I stood by while so much of it happened still haunts me. Perhaps, in the end, judgment will come for me as well.
Sylvanas had me imprisoned and tortured for defying her, though the pain she inflicted upon me pales in comparison to that of her other victims.
For a time, I hated her for what she did to me and to the Horde. But hatred is a poison. Once it seeps into your veins, it will spell your doom.
It is right that Sylvanas faces justice for all she has done. The guilty must stand before those they have wronged... and answer for their crimes.