Nathanos: My queen...reports are coming in from all outposts. The Alliance is tightening its grip. Victory is within their grasp.
Baine: Perhaps we can open negotiations--
Sylvanas: The Alliance slays the leader of the Zandalari, and you speak of negotiations?
Sylvanas: No. This war will not end until we stand victorious. Until the Little Lion kneels before my throne.
Sylvanas: Meet me aboard the Banshee's Wail. I have a plan to ensure the Proudmoore family pays dearly for Rastakhan's death.
Baine: What reason could you possibly have for this madness?!
Sylvanas: Derek Proudmoore was a hero to the Kul Tirans.
Sylvanas: They are sure to stage a rescue attempt when they learn of his fate.
Sylvanas: And once his mind has been properly conditioned, we will allow the Proudmoores to recover their long-lost prince...
Sylvanas: ... so he can slaughter them in their sleep.
Baine: This is too far!
Baine: How many times must we forsake our honor?
Sylvanas: There can be only victory or death for us, Baine.
Sylvanas: And death is mine to master.
Derek: What...what is this? Why am I...What have you done to me?!
Sylvanas: Why Lord Proudmoore, I've given you a chance to reunite with your family.
Sylvanas: You should be grateful.
Derek: <Derek Wailing>
Derek: Please... help me. I... I don't know what's happened. What's been done to me.
Derek: I remember the battle. Orcish dragon riders. Our decks consumed by flame. I felt a blaze of agony, and then... darkness.
Derek: I was... dead, wasn't I? For how long? I am not quite alive, and yet... I don't understand this. Please... PLEASE... how is this possible?
Derek: Where is my father? My mother? Jaina... Tandred... please... I'm so alone. Don't leave me alone...
Baine: This is wrong. There is no honor in it.
Baine: Her deeds disgrace us all. We must set things right... before the Horde loses everything that made us strong.