"No. Leave me be, priest. I’ve no interest in the Light and even less interest in reciting my ‘crimes’. I’m certain you are quite sure in yourself that my mere existence is a crime and an insult to the Light.
I wish to have nothing to do with you. Begone."
looks at the people confessing their sins in regret with a raised eyebrow
“I don’t believe in regret, it’s for the weak.”
“Forgive me ancestors for I have sinned. I shouldn’t have drunk that nasty green stuff back on Draenor many years ago.”
"My mother explicitly told me not to take anything from strangers."
‘Elune forgive my failings. The death of my wife and daugther is my fault. When my beloved Haidene fell into a coma during the Cataclysm, I arranged for her to be tended at the Temple of the Moon in Darnassus. When my little Ithiluna begged me for druidic training, I arranged for her tutorlage at Thal’darah Grove in the Stonetalon Mountains. My absence consumed them in fire. I wanted to protect them. I tried. I tried so hard! But I was not strong enough! I was not strong enough! I should have been able to stop them… I should…’