If I ended my own life, do you think she'd ever forgive me? Would she be disappointed?
Do you think she'd understand that I feel so much pain and it's only getting worse.
I really don't know what else to do... This sickness plagues me, my love. It tears at me everyday, a biting, burning, raging agony.
I don't fear death my dear, I fear pain and disappointing you.
The pills are getting harder to take, and working less and less. I am up against a wall, I want a way out.
Would you be disappointed, Shyvana, if I took matters into my own hands and found my peace by choice?