[She. Does not need to explain herself. Even if that was, for one reason or another, a necessity, she wouldn't. It is best for her and for others that her plans involve as few as possible. The more bodies, the more it can interfere. Even in the face of her family, Sylvanas has had to see her schemes adjusted and changed. She has faced these betrayals more than once. There are very few she believes would not tell her secrets.
It is a seemingly unfortunate overcast day when the only one she can immediately think of is Blightcaller. Even then... Who knows how long that shall last.
Anduin's words resonate within her. A shared interest. Not the first time she's experienced it. Much to her chagrin, the situation places them in similar predicaments with similar causes and similar aims. It is a needless waste of her effort and her time to carry their little war into this new world. Not that it stops proverbial blood from boiling beneath a hardened surface bent on vengeance and distaste.]
For once.
[She's agreeing, a bit sombrely at that.
He's giving in. So is she. This is not a victory. Not necessarily a loss either, but certainly not a triumph, though some objectively might disagree. That Sylvanas isn't immediately leaping to bite at the throat could be considered its own success.]
I don't believe I had intentions to ask for anything. I don't make requests. I make demands.
[And she's not making any of him. Not at the present moment. She doesn't indicate whether she intends for that to change later or not. It's a complicated situation to be certain, not nearly as black and white as she can sometimes paint the picture. In the end, they both want the same thing.
And it reminds her of other times where such a concept has not been so foreign.]
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It is a seemingly unfortunate overcast day when the only one she can immediately think of is Blightcaller. Even then... Who knows how long that shall last.
Anduin's words resonate within her. A shared interest. Not the first time she's experienced it. Much to her chagrin, the situation places them in similar predicaments with similar causes and similar aims. It is a needless waste of her effort and her time to carry their little war into this new world. Not that it stops proverbial blood from boiling beneath a hardened surface bent on vengeance and distaste.]
For once.
[She's agreeing, a bit sombrely at that.
He's giving in. So is she. This is not a victory. Not necessarily a loss either, but certainly not a triumph, though some objectively might disagree. That Sylvanas isn't immediately leaping to bite at the throat could be considered its own success.]
I don't believe I had intentions to ask for anything. I don't make requests. I make demands.
[And she's not making any of him. Not at the present moment. She doesn't indicate whether she intends for that to change later or not. It's a complicated situation to be certain, not nearly as black and white as she can sometimes paint the picture. In the end, they both want the same thing.
And it reminds her of other times where such a concept has not been so foreign.]