It’s been seven years since I left. It’s no paradise - but it’s home. And it’s worth saving.

Not what will happen - what will you do. Your past is not yet lost. Your future is not yet fixed.

Tread carefully, now. Not even a god would survive sacrificing me.

I have witnessed dar too much, and you have given me too little. Finally, I can see.

Go on. Give the worgs some Booze! They'll love it.