Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           "Ofcourse,Arthas."Hervoicewasamonotone."We’llalwaysbefriends,youandI."

           Everything,fromherposturetoherfacetohervoice,bespokeherpainandhershock.ButArthasclunginsteadtoherwordsasawaveofrelief,soprofounditmadehiskneesweak,sweptoverhim.Itwasallgoingtobejustfine.Itmightupsethernow,alittle,butsurelyshe’dunderstandsoon.Theykneweachother.She’dfigureoutthathewasright,thatitwastoosoon.

           "Imean—thisisn’tforever,"hesaid,feelingtheneedtoexplain."Justfornow.You’vegotstudyingtodo—I’msureI’vebeenadistraction.Antonidasprobablyresentsme."

           Shesaidnothing.

           "Thisisforthebest.Maybeonedayit’llbedifferentandwecantryagain.It’snotthatIdon’t—thatyou—"

           Hepulledherintohisarmsandhuggedher.Shewasstiffasstoneforamoment,thenhefeltthetensionleaveherandherarmswentaroundhim.Theystoodaloneinthehallforalongtime,Arthasrestinghischeekagainstherbrightgoldhair,thehairthat,nodoubt,theirchildrenwouldindeedhavebeenbornwith.Mightstillbebornwith.

           "Idon’twanttoclosethedoor,"hesaidquietly."Ijust—"

           "It’sallright,Arthas.Iunderstand."

           Hesteppedback,hishandsonhershoulders,peeringintohereyes."Doyou?"

           Shelaughedslightly."Honestly?No.Butit’sallright.