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

The dark man was trying to be helpful, Illidan knew this much. He wasn't simple, but he was deeply rooted in a pessimism that would not release its hold on him. The more he thought about the words of hope that Kavik had tried to instill in him, the more it made him bitter. He was wrong, of course. Illidan knew that he was wrong, but he wasn't certain if he was willing to fight the caretaker on the matter or if it would have been better to simply nod his head and remain silent. The burning of anger was within him, and the child frowned before looking to the older man with sharp yellow eyes filled with hurt.

“Won't it though? I think that's just life... it's hard all the time, and then you -” his words caught in his throat. He couldn't force it out because it was still too fresh – too painful – and he wasn't capable of coping with the difficulty of it all. Life is hard, and then you die. For the first time in his young life, Illidan felt a pang of resentment toward his parents. They had made an active choice to bring him into the world and they were to blame for the misery that had followed. He expected nothing from the earth anymore.