Arthas’s psyche flows introvertedly. He knows himself and endeavours to develop his inner resources to their maximum potential.

Arthas stood alone in the darkness, the chill air biting at his skin. He had been walking for hours, his boots making a dull thud against the frozen ground. He had left the safety of the kingdom, his home, in search of something. He didn’t know what it was, but he had to find it.
Arthas stopped, his hand coming up to touch the rough, weathered skin on his face. He had always been a solitary person, preferring to be on his own. It was how he had survived, after all. He didn’t need other people, didn’t need their help or their support. He was fine on his own.
But now, he needed something. He needed someone. He didn’t know why, but he knew he needed to find someone. He could feel it in his gut, in his heart.
He turned, looking back the way he had come. He had been walking for hours, and the darkness was starting to claim him. He had no choice but to continue.

Arthas stood alone as the candles flickered in the draft, the only sound coming from the snores of the other recruits. He had been there for hours, and his feet were numb. He had tried to sleep, but his mind wouldn’t stop racing. He had never been this alone before. He had always been the one leading the charge, the one in control. Now everything was different. He was the one who was powerless.

Arthas wondered how his father could have been so foolish. He had always been a bit of a wanderer, but he had always been able to take care of himself. He had always been able to find his way back home. But now… now he was dead, and Arthas was all alone.

Arthas had always been a bit of a loner, but he had never felt this alone before. He had always been the one in control, the one who made the decisions. Now everything was different. He was the one who was powerless.

Arthas thought back to the day that he had been called into the king’s chambers. He had been only a boy, barely out of childhood, but he had understood what was happening. His father had been killed by the king’s men, and Arthas had been chosen to avenge him. He had trained day and night, learning every skill he could find. And now… now it was all for naught. He was the one who was powerless.

Arthas sighed. He couldn’t keep doing this. He was exhausted, and he was starting to lose hope. He would have to find someone to help him, someone who could help him take back his kingdom. But who? There was no one left who could help him. Arthas was all alone.

Although you may not necessarily notice the fact about yourself because you are so strongly engaged in actions, feelings, or material concerns, you sometimes lack sound judgment. This impairment arises from a difficulty in obtaining perspective on yourself and your life. You may be puzzled by your troubled relations with others. You must make an effort to detach yourself from your personal reaction and observe it from an objective, more distant standpoint. If not, you are likely to find yourself under stress or pressure because you did not give enough prior thought to tactics and strategy. You may also experience dissatisfaction in your intimate relationships because you might struggle to get in sync with others. You give little time or respect to anyone you see as too “intellectual,” because you resist adapting to new ideas and viewpoints. In fact, an idea that rubs you the wrong way mentally and/or emotionally may elicit an explosive reaction. Self-analysis can be challenging for you and you tend to refuse to develop a solid, permanent idea of yourself – and this plays a lot of tricks on you.