Uther: By the Light! Jaina Proudmoore, is that you?
Jaina: Uther? Uther! A... Kyrian?! Of course. It... it suits you.
Uther: I barely recognized you, my lady. The last time we spoke was at...
Jaina: Stratholme. After the culling.
Uther: I remember. You still think of him too, don't you? Even after all these years.
Jaina: I've tried to put the past behind me. Now, with what's been done to Anduin... all those painful memories have flooded back again.
Uther: Memories are like mirrors. They show us parts of ourselves, sometimes parts we'd like to forget. But you can choose what lessons to carry forward, and what to leave behind.
Jaina: I loved him, you know.
Uther: As did I. Take that love with you, Jaina. Let it lend you strength in dark times.
Jaina: Thank you, Uther. Can you stay a while and talk? There's so much I'd like to share...