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Banshee：You seem troubled, mistress. 

 

Sylvanas：Aren’t you, sister? Only days ago we were the Lich King’s slaves. We existed only to _(1)_ in his name. And now we are… free. 

 

Banshee：I don’t understand, mistress. I thought you’d be _(2)_. 

 

Sylvanas：What joy is there in this curse? We are still undead, sister—still monstrosities. What are we if not slaves to this torment?