"I do not understand because it does not make sense
, brother," replied the Promethean, trying with all of his considerable might to keep the frustration he felt from creeping into his voice; the impotent despair he felt at not being able to help Dorn in any meaningful way. "Curze was scornful to our very way of life, as was Perturabo, Rogal. They raged and sulked and sneered at how they did not receive all of Father's attention; they spent all of their energy on pursuing their petty vengeance and not the great work set before us, the effort to consolidate the Alliance's territory and keep the orcs from driving all of humanity in the Eastern Kingdoms extinct!
He let out a short laugh, utterly bereft of humor, even at the memory of the sheer absurdity of their actions; how in the middle of one of the greatest wars their kingdom had ever known, their brothers had effectively thrown a temper tantrum.
In the meantime, a voice spoke that only one man could hear.
A voice that had been speaking to that man for a very long time now.
"And yet you understand how Vulkan never could where that rage came from," said someone from behind Rogal that wasn't there at all. The real Perturabo was far away, behind the parapets of the Lich King's palace, fortifying them at that very moment and completely ignorant to the conversation taking place in the wastes of Kaprika. That did not mean the conviction in the bile of his gravelly voice felt any less potent. "Your sons built wonders, and mine died in the mud and the trenches of our father's great crusade against the greenskins. You know why you feel the shame you do: it is because you knew how easily our places could have been reversed, and yet you said nothing. And yet you said nothing.
Even when we marched north underneath the banners of Lupercal, you could not bring yourself to do what was necessary. And now, after Stormwind's teeth are blunted and her blades are dulled, you sit in exile- no, not in exile. You hide.
You cannot bear the shame of the utter magnitude
of your cowardice. You cannot bring yourself to face the sheer scope
of your failure, and so you hide behind your walls and hope that time will somehow lessen it, brother.