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It's time to end the game. Once, and for all.

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First of all, we're not friends. I don't have friends, and there's no we. No one tells me what to do. I've got everything I need from you—now the power is mine and mine alone. Now there is only I. I am the Arthas, of Ares. And I am ready.

The Ares ca- manor. —

It’s… interesting.

Hey. —

jane-stewart-blackflower:

arthas-stormrage:

Because you’re lying…?!

You don’t have to care.

Whatever.

Hey. —

jane-stewart-blackflower:

arthas-stormrage:

jane-stewart-blackflower:

arthas-stormrage:

And you?

I’m… Okay.

~raises an eyebrow~ Oh yeah?

Yes. Why?

Because you’re lying…?!

Hey. —

jane-stewart-blackflower:

arthas-stormrage:

And you?

I’m… Okay.

~raises an eyebrow~ Oh yeah?

Hey. —

jane-stewart-blackflower:

arthas-stormrage:

jane-stewart-blackflower:

arthas-stormrage:

Fair.

Something’s wrong?

No, not at all. 

If you say so.

And you?

Hey. —

jane-stewart-blackflower:

arthas-stormrage:

Fair.

Something’s wrong?

No, not at all. 

Hey. —

jane-stewart-blackflower:

arthas-stormrage:

Yo.

Hey Arthas. How are you?

Fair.

Hey. —

jane-stewart-blackflower:

Yo.

Fuck sake. —

andy-clarke-ares:

Where is everyone when you need them?

What’s wrong, Andy?