“By assuming that I joined the Scourge at my own will assumes that the dead have a choice in this frozen hellish place. I can tell you, with great personal experience, that we do not. We are made to serve. Raised to serve.” And the last was said with such thick, uncharacteristic to how he once knew her, sarcasm, that it cut through the emotionless exterior she currently possessed, “Our Master’s Will Be Done.”