“Um… Listen, have you ever… did you ever like anyone? Like… you know.”
“Well… there was this one fella back in Ratchet, I really liked him – a lot-”
“So what did you do?”
“I, uhm… Didn’t really speak to him that much, I wus kind of shy and all that stuff… And now I probably’ll never have the chance to do it. Or see him ever again. Or my uncle. Or that damn, stinky town! Because I’m stuck here in this terrible place – and, and – with all the stupid snow and corpses and… things… And all of you and it’s all your fault! I don’t want to be here, and I don’t want to die here, I just -I…”
“I know.”
“…I just want to go home.”
“Me too.”
{The young pair wasn’t really doing well in Northrend, not at all, at least not at first – especially Fizzink, who wasn’t even supposed to be there in the first place, and being just a helper of a mechanic, he didn’t even know how to hold a weapon – and surely didn’t want to end up in a hostile place in the middle of a war. Nor did the elf, but they had to make the best out of the situation}