Sylvanas: I do hope you've settled in. The accommodations are a bit...sparse, I know.
Anduin: Where are the others? Are they safe?
Sylvanas: Safe? No, I wouldn't say any of them are...safe.
Anduin: I am so tired of your games.
Sylvanas: As you wish.
Sylvanas: No more secrets. No more lies. You are a weapon we will use to achieve our ends.
Anduin: I will not become an instrument of death.
Sylvanas: So you favor...life, is that it? That momentary flicker. Every cruel second spent delaying the inevitable in an endless war that you, like every Wrynn before you, will not survive.
Sylvanas: You know the truth. Nothing is fair. Not life, not death.
Sylvanas: So we're going to tear it all down.
Anduin: And what purpose will that serve? Everyone suffers, Sylvanas. But destroying everything will not take away the pain.
Sylvanas: Ah, you misunderstand. We're breaking a system that has always been flawed, and remaking it into one that is just.
Anduin: Do you expect me to believe that, after all this time, you've been fighting for justice?
Sylvanas: How can I convince you? From our first breath to our last, every decision is made for us. Then the afterlife decides what eternity we must endure. We can't even choose who we... We couldn't control anything. But through the Jailer, control of our fate will at last be possible.
Anduin: Look around you! At what, and who you've joined. What makes you believe you're not just a weapon to achieve his ends?
Sylvanas: You have a choice to consider. Join us willingly...or be made to serve.
Anduin: I thought you believed in free will, Sylvanas.
Sylvanas: We've never had free will, Little Lion. But that...is about to change.
