Ankyra Sound the end declared from the beginning

he wasn't a fan of that particular phrase – some things are better left alone. he felt like it was apathy's way of allowing things to pass. perhaps it would have been a valuable skill for the boy to have learned, but he harbored far too much ill will for those who had wronged him and his family. her answer was an easy one; to leave things alone. it meant that he would not have to struggle to battle with his own feelings over things he probably could not change or make right.

yet, illidan did not feel as though he could do as she suggested. he didn't share this revelation with her, not wanting to offend the sage advice that she had opted to provide him. instead, he turned his sights away from her features and peered along the stretch of beach. one ear swiveled back to her to listen to her tale of the life she had lived before arriving in the sound.

“i should like to sink my fangs into that same bear, if i'm ever to see it again,” the wildling offered her with a sharp glance of his gaze.