<span style="color: #5900b3">"i don't read most of it... i can't possibly read every letter i get, my eyes would be bleeding and it still wouldn't make a dent. i just pick out a few at random to read each morning while i drink my wine. it's worth quite a bit Crimzon, but some of your many parents most certainly blame me and i know that some of the Sentinels blame me, i have gotten to hear it first hand from hundreds of the wounded, maimed and crippled. one creative young woman hobbled all the way up to me, hit me with the bones of her severed leg and asked me if i that was enough or if i wanted an arm too 'for my stupid wars' i... i broke down crying right there on the dias."</span>she shook her head with a soft sigh.<span style="color: #5900b3">"the Goddess can barely handle her own emotions... i know she cares about me, i have always felt Elune's love, i have never doubted that. but there is nothing she can do about Malfurion's situation."</span>she looked back at Crimzon with a faint frown.<span style="color: #5900b3">"so what if you sink? don't go too deep so you can just stand back up when you need to breath... do you breath? i never asked before, sorry." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>