Everything hurts, yet I am alone, with no other's emotions to batter at my senses. Is it to mean then that this pain is from me? From inside me?

Baelyn has disappeared. No word in a month. I can still smell him when I close my eyes, still feel the sharp tang of his simmering anger barely held under the surface.

He is always so angry.

Where is my purpose with him gone? The new Iatrios does not need me, either. Master Rahmiel is busy with Master Mathadris and the boy. Spennig has become a reclusive hermit. Hermitess? Something. I must look that word up. My Captain--my former captain... I wonder where she is now.

Captain Jei is no different than Captain Oscella; they need me so rarely these days. Icecrown and the tourney has kept everyone busy. They no longer seek within Ulduar, and turn away from the Burning Legion's lingering remnants to battle the Scourge.

To me, it all seems without purpose. Distractions.

I wait for when this Arthas, this once-human, sweeps us all away in the tide of his power. This seems inevitable.

Baelyn.

I loved him, I think.

What do I do now?