"That's sad," she said, resting a hand on his shoulder, then held on tightly as the mount leaped over a fallen log. The jolt of landing pushed her hard against his back. Anoria shifted back some when they reached  more level ground.<br/><br/>She knew that most forsaken were bitter and hateful. Being forced into slavery in rotting bodies was enough to sourt anyone's outlook. "I can only imagine what it is like, but there is no going back. If there was a way to reverse what the Plague did, I'd be reverting the Forsaken almost non-stop."