Lothraxion spoke up. "I have known darkness, Alleria. I have seen lost creatures. You are not one of them. You have not crossed the threshold."
"I will, one day," she said simply.
The nathrezim scoffed. "In the Legion's name, I did countless things that cannot be forgiven. I committed genocide over and over and over again. The Light redeemed me nonetheless. I will not give up on you, Alleria Windrunner. Not that easily."
Turalyon studied her face. He knew her too well. She appreciated what Lothraxion was saying… but she didn't believe it.