[In the end, the tears win. He has never been shy about them. Jaina might not allow herself to mourn for the exchange, but Thrall does. He weeps for her, for the life she could have had. He weeps for her people, left without a guide, and he weeps for what will surely bring more conflict to the Horde and Alliance. And he weeps for himself. What will he do without her by his side, helping him plan battles and diplomacies? What will he do without her hand in his, giving him the strength he thought vanished when all his dreams lay beneath his feet?
Thrall is nothing without people to guide him. Nothing but an inexperienced, hot-blooded warrior-shaman who keeps making one bad decision after another.
His grip is never too tight despite his ridiculous size. Of course, being this big means bigger tears, too. He doesn't try to wipe them away, he ignores them.]
You deserve so much more than what you have been given. And now no one will give you anything, for they place a man's worth not on his deeds or his potential but by pure circumstance of birth.
[He swallows hard.]
You can choose your own path and take care of yourself, as you always have. But... I would worry much less if you helped my friends and I to avert this war.
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Thrall is nothing without people to guide him. Nothing but an inexperienced, hot-blooded warrior-shaman who keeps making one bad decision after another.
His grip is never too tight despite his ridiculous size. Of course, being this big means bigger tears, too. He doesn't try to wipe them away, he ignores them.]
You deserve so much more than what you have been given. And now no one will give you anything, for they place a man's worth not on his deeds or his potential but by pure circumstance of birth.
[He swallows hard.]
You can choose your own path and take care of yourself, as you always have. But... I would worry much less if you helped my friends and I to avert this war.