[She smirks, not really pleasantly, and shakes her head.]
All y'are is a copy. A strong, vivid, color copy, of what was in Arthas' head. And because mah mind's a wreck, you're runnin' loose. It's fine if ya don't wanna believe it. Doesn't change anythin'.
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All y'are is a copy. A strong, vivid, color copy, of what was in Arthas' head. And because mah mind's a wreck, you're runnin' loose. It's fine if ya don't wanna believe it. Doesn't change anythin'.