Ankyra Sound it's easier than waiting around to die

illidan nodded his head at her remark, but he wouldn’t forget it. he seemed to be plagued with the rare ability to carry around most memories in his head and reflect on them whether they had a great impact on his life or not. those that did seemed to have found a permanent corner of his mind in which to live and fester. the image of their traitor brother: that had found a way to rot inside of him like a forgotten corpse in the woods. “patrol first,” he said with a ghost of a smile before bounding away toward the edges of their claim. in those moments, it almost made sense that he was able to go on living his life without suffering – that there were fleeting moments of happiness that could prevail.
 
the truth of the matter was only that illidan didn’t know when he had gotten so good at pretending to be okay.