You asked me to be a weapon against the demons, and drive them from our lands. I made a sacrifice to do just that.
[He didn't meet her gaze, instead just staring vacantly ahead of him. It was a rare show of submission. He was too tired to argue, but he was also tired of being treated like a villain, despite how much he had served his people.]
I am ill, Tyrande. I am weak and feeble. I cannot focus, which leaves my vision clouded. I can barely speak or breath and I am both warm and cold at once.
[He did manage to bring forth some of his usual energy listing off his symptoms with an agitated hiss, however the effort that took left him winded. He loathed being weak. Oh how he loathed it. Being forced to ADMIT he was weak just made him even more frustrated at his condition.]
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[He didn't meet her gaze, instead just staring vacantly ahead of him. It was a rare show of submission. He was too tired to argue, but he was also tired of being treated like a villain, despite how much he had served his people.]
I am ill, Tyrande. I am weak and feeble. I cannot focus, which leaves my vision clouded. I can barely speak or breath and I am both warm and cold at once.
[He did manage to bring forth some of his usual energy listing off his symptoms with an agitated hiss, however the effort that took left him winded. He loathed being weak. Oh how he loathed it. Being forced to ADMIT he was weak just made him even more frustrated at his condition.]