Draka: You have told me many stories of your life, Go'el. It seems some of the memories trouble you.
Thrall: Yes, I spoke of Garrosh, son of Grommash Hellscream. I'd hoped to spare him for the darkness his father knew... but instead... I fear I'm to blame for the ruin he unleashed.
Draka: Fate sets a course before each of us. How are you to blame for the destiny he wrought?
Thrall: I took him from Nagrand. I made him Warchief. But when he needed me most, I left him to falter. And in the end, it was my hand that struck him down.
Draka: Your father used to say that a wolf decides whether to come when called or to turn on its master. There is no fault, only nature taking its course. Garrosh chose his path, my son.
Thrall: But I set him upon it.
Draka: You offered him a choice. You did not choose for him. Mourn if you must, but his decisions are not your burden to bear. His path ended. Yours moves onward.
Thrall: Onward...yes. There's much to be done. Thank you, mother.
They said I must answer for my crimes...repent for my "sins"... But every choice I made, I would proudly make again. I submit to no one! Not you, not the jailer, and not that coward Thrall!