"Arthas, from the moment I took you from King Terenas's arms, I regarded you as my own child."
"I never understood why someone all alone in the world could love a newborn life so deeply."
"When I swore to devote my life to the holy light, you gave my life a new meaning."
Uther stopped Tirion and recounted his experiences as an elder.
Arthas's gaze was cold. He did not attack Tirion, choosing to quietly hear out Mentor Uther's last words.
As Uther recalled the past, a gentle smile appeared on his stern face.
"I proudly watched you grow day by day. When you embraced the holy light, I saw sincerity and love in your eyes. The holy light responded so eagerly to your call. At that moment, I finally understood why Tirion had been so delighted and excited just because his son Taelan had been admitted to the Knight Order's academy. He drank with me through his tears, his eyes full of pride whenever he spoke of his son."
A large, cloudy tear rolled down Uther's bloodstreaked face. At the same time, his right hand slowly reached for the Holy Seal on his chest.
"I cried the day you officially became a Paladin, too. Perhaps you thought we mentors always wore stern faces and never smiled at you because your grades were poor, or because you slacked off. But what teacher doesn't want his students to excel and surpass old men like us?"
Tirion listened, sharing every feeling, tears streaming down his aged face.
He, too, had regarded Arthas as almost a son. Yet now, without the slightest attachment, Arthas had taken up the Helm of Domination and become an enemy of the Human Alliance.
This was more than a betrayal that turned them into enemies and severed all