<span style="color: darkred">"And then I wouldn't be able to protect you like I do. No, I don't trust anyone else to guard you. I wasn't made to be happy, I was made to kill and serve. I'm not killing so now I'm serving and I don't think it should be any other way." </span>Crimzon looked at Tyrande and nodded.<span style="color: darkred">"My prayers would fall on deaf ears, I'm not a mortal, not a Night Elf, I'm an abomination. Elune is your goddess, the goddess to your people, but her power hurts me. Her touch ignites my flesh. And you give my life purpose, had I killed you I likely would have been torn apart and rebuilt. The souls of the sentinels I harbor within me lost to the nether... I will protect the few that remain as I protect you."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>