Mount Apikuni the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket

They were all so full of hope, so ready to prove that he could be anything but what he was. He didn't understand where their words came from. He had not known the support of others before. As each day passed, the family that he had known before had grown fuzzy and difficult to see. As much as he wanted for it all to vanish, the memory of his father was still as clear as day.

“Thanks,” Illidan provided in a tone that lacked any form of gratitude. It was a poor reflex, and one that would easily be seen through. It didn't matter, though; nothing really mattered. With a silent nod to the dark male, Illidan moved away and sought the darkness.