'Hey, Tira, it's funny isn't it when you're about to die?
You will look at the others who had already fallen and remember your first death before you'd come back as a Death Knight, and think that it would be simple like the rest.
You should know, because you might already be buried somewhere. But looking back on it now, I don't think that they or you thought of it as simple, with my own situation at hand.
Life has taught me the good graces of ups, and the restless tumbles of downs, I was really glad that I had lived up to this much. What they say is true, you really don't realize the joy of being in love until you're actually three-quarters into it. I'm still wrapped up in my own selfish world with you right now, even though you're gone to Lich-King-knows-where. I really miss you.
It hurts, incredibly. It is unfair, too. How you've left without so much as a goodbye to me and leaving me to die out here. I guess it can't be helped, death is inevitable, but I can't stop hating you as much as hating myself while missing you all at the same time. A strange mixture of emotions to be honest. None of them made me happy.
I don't like it; my wounds are half way into having me dead and I am thinking of the miserable. What a nice way to die on a battlefield when everyone around you is already into a deep, peaceful slumber.
It's not funny anymore, I find it weirdly amusing now. And because I do, I'm going to stop all the sad thoughts and start concentrating on you, Koltira Deathweaver, my first love, whom I never got to tell. The world around me will dissipate as I think of the moments we've shared together. Have them be angst, comforting, romantic or whatever. As long as it's you, I'm happy. God, isn't this ironic?
But whatever, while I'm still alive and breathing shallow, just waiting casually for my death to pass over me, I'm going to think of when…'