Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           "Somuchmore,"theorcrepeated,"butonlyifyoucontinuetowalkthispathfully."

           Slowly,thedeathknightturnedhiswhiteheadtotheboy.Theillchildmethimwithagazethatwasastonishinglyclear,andforamoment,Arthasfeltsomethinginsidehimstir.Despiteeverything—theboywouldnotdie.

           Andthatmeant...

           Theboysmiledalittle,andsomeofthesicknessdissipatedasArthasstruggledforwords."You...areme.Youareboth...me.Butyou..."Hisvoicewassoft,tingedwithwonderanddisbelief."Youarethelittleflamethatburnsinsidemestill,thatresiststheice.Youarethelastvestigesofhumanity—ofcompassion,ofmyabilitytolove,togrieve...tocare.YouaremyloveforJaina,myloveformyfather...forallthethingsthatmademewhatIoncewas.SomehowFrostmournedidn’ttakeitall.Itriedtoturnawayfromyou...andIcouldn’t.I—can’t."

           Theboy’ssea-greeneyesbrightenedandhegavehisotherselfatremuloussmile.Hiscolorimproved,andbeforeArthas’seyes,someofthepustulesonhisskindisappeared.

           "Youunderstand,now.Despiteall,Arthas,youhavenotabandonedme."Tearsofhopestoodinthoseeyesandhisvoice,thoughstrongernowthanithadbeen,quaveredwithemotion."Theremustbeareason.ArthasMenethil...muchharmhaveyoudone,butthereisgoodnessinyouyet.Iftherewasnone...Iwouldnotexist,noteveninyourdreams.