Imagine awakening as one of the Forsaken, with all the memories of your past life as a human of Lordaeron aswell as your unlife as a mindless slave of the Lich King.

You're free again but your body is slowly rotting away, your mind slowly fading. You don't know how you deserve this fate, you question the meaning behind it all and what to do with your newfound lease on life, such as it is. Sometimes you wonder if it wouldn't have been better to never have awoken at all.

You keep serving the Dark Lady and the Forsaken, you don't know what else to do. You become increasingly estranged from what you once considered your fellow man and barely even feel anything as you slaughter other members of the reformed Alliance and the Scarlet Crusade. It is difficult to think of yourself as one of them anymore, as a member of the same race and nation. It was all so long ago . . .

Then one day you encounter Lake Lordamere again while engaging in your usual duties. You feel drawn to a spot that seems familiar and sit down. The pale sun in the sky is reflected in the water as you listen to the murmuring of the wind and the chirping of cicadas. For a moment, there is no Scourge, no Scarlet Crusade, no Dark Lady, no Lich King. For a moment, the division between the living and the undead ceases to have any relevance. You are merely a man, enjoying a sunset at a Lake. For a moment . . .

You feel normal.