"There has to be another way."
"There isn't," S said flatly. "Not if you want to maintain any control over what you're becoming. The choices are simple: accept Dreknar's task and kill Vok'thar, or refuse and hope you can balance your demonic essence through other means. Which, based on what you've told me about the options Dreknar provided, means either starving yourself of demon hearts and losing power, or consuming other creatures' hearts to maintain equilibrium."
Jack knew S was right. He hated it, but the logic was sound. "If I kill Vok'thar and help the Aurion win, what guarantee do I have they won't turn on me afterward?"
"Fear and respect," S said simply. "If you're strong enough to kill a war chief and a champion, if you can lead them to victory in a war they've been losing for four years, they'll follow you. Not out of love, but out of the understanding that opposing you would be suicide."
"You make it sound so simple."
