[He supposes he doesn't. He frowns, regardless, thinking back to a time when he was still alive. When everything was as it should be.]

He was once a human prince, named Arthas. His kingdom neighbored Quel'thalas--the home of my people. We were allies.

But he fell to corruption. He took up a cursed sword, and with it he wrought destruction on his country. He murdered his father.

[Koltira brushes his thumb beneath one of his lichfire eyes.]

And then he came for Quel'thalas. We were betrayed from within, and massacred. Few of us remain.

[It was a genocide, in other words.]