Why did you ask them to spare me? You asked for me to be buried deep beneath the earth, instead of killed, even though you knew you couldnâ–“t save me, that it was too late? Did you not realise brother that the longer you leave me here the more powerful I will become? The worse it will become?
You should have let them kill me. I can not promise that I will not kill. I am more of a danger now than I ever was before. I am sorry I betrayed you, my brother. Oh, Malfurion, how I long to run through the forests of Ashenvale again. How I long to slay those who have corrupted me so!
How I long to feel the wind once more in my hair. How I long to stand by the side of you, my brother, protecting you with my bow strung, as you tend to the sick of the forest. Yet, we both know the longer I stay down here, the further away from those dreams I get.
With this knowledge, my brother, protest when they come to let me out. Stop them, for I can feel the real part of me, Illidan, slipping away and the darkness growing and embracing every last part of my soul.
Do not let them release me, Brother, for I know that if they do then I will kill. I will kill everything that crosses my path and I will not know when to stop. I am a Demon now. No wait that is untrue. I am no longer a Demon and no longer a Night Elf, I am something more unnatural.
I am sorry, brother, I have failed you so terribly, I am so sorry.