Spoiler, of course.
"Perhaps I do," Dalamar replied.
"I know that I have changed.
The battle I fought with Chaos stole hundres of years from me,
yet I could live with that.
I was victorious, after all.
Victor and loser, all at the same time.
I won the war and was defeated by what came after.
The loss of the magic.
"I risked my life for the sake of the magic," Dalamar continued,
his voice low and hollow.
"I would have given my life for the sake of the magic. What happened?
The magic departed. The gods left.
They left me bereft, powerless, helpless. They left me--ordinary!"
Dalamar breathed shallowly. "All that I gave up for the magic--
my homeland, my nation, my people....
I used to consider I had made a fair trade.
My sacrifice--and it was a wrenching sacrifice,
though only another elf would understand--had been rewarded.
But the reward was gone, and I was left with nothing.
Nothing. And everyone knew it.
"You were not alone." Palin was unsympathetic.
"All of us were affected the same way."
"No, you weren't," Dalamar retorted passionately.
"You could not be. You had not sacrificed as I had sacrificed.
You had your father and mother. You had a wife and children."
"Jenna loved you--" Palin began.
"Did she?" Dalamar grimaced.
"Sometimes I think we only used each other.
She could not understand me either.
She was like you, with her damnable human hope and optimism.
Why are you humans like that?
Why do you go on hoping when it is obvious that all hope is lost?
I could not stomach her platitudes. We quarreled.
She left, and I was glad to see her leave.
I had no need of her. I had no need of anyone.
"It is not easy for me to say these things about myself, Majere,"
"It is especially hard for me to say them to you, the darling child of magic.
Oh, yes. I knew.
You were the gifted one, beloved of Solinari, beloved of your Uncle Raistlin.
You would have been one of the great archmages of all time.
I saw that. Was I jealous? A little. More than a little.
Especially of Raistlin's care for you.
You wouldn't think I would want that, would you?
That I would hunger for his approval, his notice. But I did."
"All this time," said Palin, his gaze returning to the trapped souls,
"I have been jealous of you."
如果她真的轉性了，也許Dragons of a vanished moon可以期待，不過有道是江山易改，本性難移，新書我拿到了，看來未來不甚樂觀。