Medivh was unresistant, as spent emotionally and physically as he was, when Khadgar moved a hand to the back of his head - allowing them to touch foreheads. Where Khadgar's blue eyes held gentle mirth, the Magus's green eyes were dulled and lost.
"Don't I?" He replied, voice faint. "I cursed a 17 year old youth to be trapped in an elderly body before they had a chance to live. To love. I took the life of those who served me here. I betrayed them. Everyone. Even Azeroth itself as I worked to doom it." He shook his head, closing his eyes and unable to look at the Archmage.
"No. I have much to be sorry for. To regret. All I can do now is to fight with every last breath within me to stop it from happening again. To finally stop all of this suffering..."
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"Don't I?" He replied, voice faint. "I cursed a 17 year old youth to be trapped in an elderly body before they had a chance to live. To love. I took the life of those who served me here. I betrayed them. Everyone. Even Azeroth itself as I worked to doom it." He shook his head, closing his eyes and unable to look at the Archmage.
"No. I have much to be sorry for. To regret. All I can do now is to fight with every last breath within me to stop it from happening again. To finally stop all of this suffering..."