For Sylvanas, life as an undead had been miserable. More than once, she had considered ending it all. But through a strange twist of fate, she had gone from being Quel'Thalas's Ranger-General to becoming the Queen of the Forsaken. The responsibility she carried had made her abandon that thought. Yet bearing the weight of an entire race had also made her colder than ever.
As Ranger-General, Sylvanas had been cold on the outside but warmhearted beneath. As Queen of the Forsaken, she was cold on the outside and even colder within. Only a cold heart could make decisions without hesitation or second-guessing. Only a cold heart could help a people who had lost everything, abandoned by their memories and by the world, live on with dignity—and live better.
Of course, Sylvanas had her weaknesses, too. Among the few things she still cared about, her comrades-in-arms from the past were surely among them.
"Soraka, think of something else! Try again! We might still be able to cure Caponia!"
It was hard to imagine Queen Sylvanas, so icy and ruthless, begging someone for help. But for Caponia, that was exactly what she did. Deep down, Sylvanas was a person who valued loyalty and friendship. She couldn't abandon her former comrade-in-arms, who was now family.
"Sylvanas, I understand how you feel, but there's no hope for Caponia. If you truly care about her, Sylvanas, I hope you'll let her merge with the sun's radiance. Perhaps that would make Caponia happier."
Soraka's gaze shifted to Caponia behind Sylvanas. Sylvanas turned and looked at Caponia, too. She saw Caponia looking back at her, tears filling her eyes. In that moment, Sylvanas understood: Caponia longed for death. Perhaps, like Sylvanas once had, she had grown sick of her rotting body long ago. She longed to return