Viridiel shook his head as he woke up, the world swimming around him for a few moments.  He tried to cast a spell to ease his pain and vertigo but found his hands bound.  It took a few moments for him to take everything in and then he glared at the death knight.  He wanted to be angry, furious, at how his friend and lover was being treated, fear that he and her were the true targets. But he was taught not to give into his anger or fear, and it wouldn't serve them here anyway.<br/><br/>"Even the dimmest of candles can shine in the deepest of darknesses. . . Tell me night elf, can you remember a time before you were like this?  Did you have children? A lover?  Can you remember a time when this darkness did not fill your heart?"<br/><br/>His pitch and tone was that of a gentle and patient father talking to a beloved son.<br/><br/>"Maybe by the time we reach Northrend you will remember. . . Maybe you will ask us to help you lift the darkness from your heart and let the warmth and love of the light back in. . ."