Felltree Marsh alone and only a sojourner in the land, without friends or the need of them

“everyone gets hurt,” illidan remarked coldly. his expression was stern, and he did not pull his sights away from her features as he said it. “sometimes it happens because of you… and sometimes it happens because you were unable to do anything to help them, but everyone gets hurt.” he wasn’t going to go on and tell her how stupid he thought it was that she might feel it necessary to live her life in complete fear of hurting another individual. if she hadn’t already learned that bad shit happened to good people, it was something that he hoped she would never have to. life had a funny and awful way of teaching lessons.
 
“you’re still living though,” he pointed out with a glare and a shrug. “you say that you don’t fit in either world, but you haven’t even tried to fit into this one, so that’s a load of garbage and it isn’t for me to sort out.” she needed to want it for herself. she needed to make the choice that she could and would survive with her wilder blood. most of it was in her head, but he didn’t have the knowledge to tell her this. he only saw what she’d shown him, and he could only comment on his limited information.
 
there was a sigh as she remarked that she would like to learn how to live like he did. he barely knew how he was holding on to begin with. he was not so sure that he could help coach another lost soul through the maze that was life. shaking his head, illidan frowned. “just act how you feel you should act and quit trying to hide portions of yourself. it isn’t going to do you any good and you’re way more likely to be hurting others if you keep trying,” he warned her. playing games would only damage her more than she’d already been.