— Love a High Elf, and be loved by one?
Impossible.
Sidal was hit by a wave of dizziness and exhaustion, nearly dropping to his knees on the spot.
It wasn't just the physical disgust; he realized that the Night Elf race would never, for cultural, religious, and political reasons, accept such a notion.
It also dawned on him that all their efforts, all their trials, had been in vain.
Zilvagias must be laughing.
How absurd. It truly was absurd. They had been endlessly repeating experiments based on a premise that was never going to be met.
"In reality, it probably doesn't need to be that deep of a love," Zilvagias said, casting a sympathetic smile at Sidal's pained expression.
"Friendship, goodwill—those would likely be enough. The fundamental problem is that you Night Elves, deep in your hearts, reject the Forest Elves."
