A grumpy old muse resents his de-mothballing.

[thassarian]

So, how long has it been? Years, now?

Maybe I just want to keep to myself, have you thought about that? The alternative...it never ends well.

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[darknessb4me]

Been keeping busy?

[thassarian]

...more or less.

Why? Wondering if I can spare time to rid another world of you?

[darknessb4me]

Wondering if you had run out of things to do with yourselves now that you don't have revenge to fall back on.

[thassarian]

[morose grin]

Seems I'll always that fall back, the way you keep escaping justice.

/tempts to lastvoyages :>

[darknessb4me]

And you think you're capable of delivering it?

/...is possibly tempted

[thassarian]

I am capable of giving it my all.

[darknessb4me]

As has been proven, your all is sometimes simply not enough.

[thassarian]

...neither was yours, my prince.

[darknessb4me]

I am not done trying.

[thassarian]

You have already failed.

I am proof enough of that.

[darknessb4me]

Really? And which failure do you purport to be talking about now? The collapse of Lordaeron and the death of my family? Being abandoned by the Light and killing those loyal to me? Losing my identity to a monster and helping him scar the entire planet?

Or did you mean being abandoning you all at Light's Hope, leading to the Ashbringer being purified and used to shatter Frostmourne?

Enlighten me, because I clearly have no idea.

[thassarian]

[for a moment, he stands speechless]

The man I pledged myself to would not have made me into a monster.

[darknessb4me]

All evidence points to the contrary.

[thassarian]

So it would seem.

[darknessb4me]

I shouldn't have to explain the nuances of this to you. You were there at the beginning.

[frostheart]

You're very good at collecting dust, it seems

[thassarian]

I suppose I am a bit of an...old relic.

[deadelfwalking]

Brother.

[thassarian]

Koltira.

If there's anything good about all this, it's seeing you.

[deadelfwalking]

Tell me--how have you been faring?

[thassarian]

Quietly, until now.

...it had its upsides.

[deadelfwalking]

I often long for silence, myself.

[thassarian]

We rarely get what we want, don't we?

[deadelfwalking]

No. Never. [a beat.] Are you planning to re-enter the fray?

[thassarian]

[sighs] It looks like I have little choice in the matter.

[deadelfwalking]

Where will you go?

[thassarian]

I--don't know, yet.

[a smile] Somewhere troublesome, I'm sure.

[deadelfwalking]

'Troublesome' is a gentle word for my current predicament.

[thassarian]

[a shadow passes across his face]

Do you need help?

[deadelfwalking]

It is a place of war ... but the battles are few and far between. [he shakes his head.] Our shared curse--the pain--it constantly threatens to overwhelm me. Drive me to madness.

[thassarian]

[quietly] We'll never be done with war, will we?

[deadelfwalking]

We were made for it, brother. We cannot escape our original purpose, no matter how much we put it to a noble cause.

[thassarian]

Heh...yes. Aim us where you will, but we'll remain weapons.

Though I'm afraid I've gone rusty.

[deadelfwalking]

Given the range of possible fates here, I'm certain you'll be tempered again soon enough.

IS THIS THE THASSARIAN I THINK IT IS

[northrend]

Ah, yet another wondrous detail that you and I share. It has been a long time, hasn't it?

IT MAY INDEED BE

[thassarian]

Not long enough, it seems.

I THINK SO

[northrend]

I would beg to differ. I, for one, am most pleased to see you again.

[thassarian]

I almost wish I could say the same.

[northrend]

So melancholy, soldier. Were you not pleased with your victory, then?

[thassarian]

I can never seem to hold on to my victories.

Another thing we have in common.

[northrend]

Were you hoping for some alternate form of gratification? Certainly foolish, for one of mine.

[thassarian]

I am nothing if not a determined fool.

[northrend]

I would use the word pathetic. I believe I taught you better than to put stock in something like that.

[thassarian]

[a weird, faint smile] Pathetic? Perhaps.

It's a very human failing.

[northrend]

[UGH STOP. He answers matter-of-factly, devoid of any semblance of ruffled feathers.]

You can hardly call yourself anything resembling human anymore.

[thassarian]

[he inclines his head slightly, granting the point]

I choose to do so, nonetheless.

[northrend]

You would insult a great deal of people doing so.

[He grins, amused.]