Shandris: It is good to see you whole again, Minn'do. I had feared you might be forever lost.
Tyrande: Ever since Darkshore, rage has swelled inside me. A tide under which I seemed destined to drown.
Tyrande: It was not until I heard Elune's voice that I recognized the grief buried beneath my anger. Sorrow intertwined with a deep sense of betrayal.
Shandris: When Teldrassil burned, I could not understand why the goddess did not intervene. Why she would allow so many to be lost.
Shandris: But I did not know of Ardenweald. Of the duty and purpose that awaited the souls of our people. At least... before the Maw.
Tyrande: Perhaps we can never truly know the ways of the gods, my daughter. But I believe Elune made a choice to aid her sister. Not to cause us sorrow.
Shandris: The Winter Queen face hard choices as well. She and Mother Moon are bound together in an eternal cycle. One of death and rebirth.
Tyrande: A cycle the Kaldorei must now rejoin. No more looking to the past. It is time to embrace our future.
