These Forsaken who had regained their freedom all understood what they were. Having become undead, they could no longer be like the living. They had become the very things they had once despised and hated most. Patrick's words brought a little warmth to Rotande Gili and the Forsaken around him. At least, to the surrounding Forsaken, hearing them felt like a spring breeze.
After everyone else had left, the red glow in Sylvanas's eyes remained unchanged. The atmosphere was rather strange.
Sylvanas's icy voice held not a trace of warmth. "Why did you insist on coming here?"
"Your family all miss you. I'm just one of them."
"I have no family, neither now nor in the future." Her voice remained icy.
"Go back to Silvermoon City for a visit when you have time, or go see your parents. They're still in the Floating City."
"..."
Sylvanas said nothing, but the red light in her eyes flickered violently, showing the fierce struggle within her.
"Let's form an alliance, the elves and the Forsaken. We can work together," Patrick said.
"..."
"We have common enemies, don't we? Between Quel'Thalas and the ruins of Lordaeron, with the Eastern and Western Plaguelands blocking the way, we have countless enemies to clear out."
Sylvanas sneered. "Why should I work with you? You're the ones cut off by the Eastern and Western Plaguelands, not us Forsaken. What would we gain from working with you?"
"Just as outlined in the Plan, we'll work together to clear out the Scourge around us and expand our territories. Silvermoon City can use your materials to produce high-quality enchanted weapons and equipment for you. Only by working together can we gain a firm foothold at the northernmost end of the continent."
"But Thrall might not let me do that." Sylvanas finally