[Rei walks up beside Illidan, eyes focused on the other figure. A young woman tied down in the same manner as the man. Her eyebrows furrowed, and her face twisted into something new. A mask of real, genuine rage. Her fist, tiny though it was, slammed down against the table. Her lip quivered as she began undoing the straps, just in case.]

Ami-chan. I know this isn't you. [She tears at the buckle all the same.] And whoever that is? Isn't real. It's just code. But freeing them will probably break the illusion so we can move on with our lives. [She turns as she gets half of Ami's straps off.]

He looks like you, though. Another Night Elf?