Forget the Past

"You won, Rommath!" Vareesa rose to her feet and glared fiercely at the Archmage. "Everything has gone exactly as you wished now, hasn't it?"

One of the four chairs in the room now stood empty. Aeridiel had left dejectedly, carrying news that had broken his heart. His reaction had brought Alleria's plan to an impasse.

Rommath raised his head to meet Vareesa's gaze and retorted bluntly, "As I wished? Is telling the truth a crime, General? You painted Aeridiel too beautiful a vision and kept idealizing Veronalara before him. That would only hurt him. What would he think when he discovered that his fiancée was not what he had expected? He would only suffer more. Did you ever consider the consequences?"

"How do you know Veronalara will definitely disappoint him? Is your idea of the Undead limited to Abominations and ghouls?"

In everyone's eyes, Rommath was aggressive and quick-tempered, but in the face of Vareesa's mockery, he appeared exceptionally calm. "Of course I have seen Dark Rangers. I heard Aethas mention them in Dalaran. In darkness, they do indeed look no different from ordinary people, but that does not change the fact that they are dead." Rommath noticed that Alleria's expression darkened further at those words, and he sighed. "It is not that I hold any particular prejudice against the Forsaken. I simply want to know how the living and the dead can face one another honestly. Take Aeridiel, for example. Before this, he did not know what his fiancée had become. He believed she was dead and grieved for her. Even when he thought of her in the future, those memories would surely have been beautiful. But now, think carefully about the expression on his face when he learned the truth. Sunwell above, this is a tragedy. Aeridiel will