It is... A truly terrible thought, as far as Anduin is concerned. The idea that these people might be condemned to such a fate due to one, single, very understandable wish. But to exist in such a state -- it is no life at all.

Anduin cannot help reaching for Wrathion, laying a hand over his on the bed, although whether he is doing so to comfort Wrathion or himself is not exactly clear.

"I am glad that it did. Fade," Anduin specifies. "Even if you have lost some of the understanding that you wished to achieve, the consequences were..." Anduin's expression pinches slightly, searching Wrathion's face for a long moment before continuing softly, "Your health and well-being is more important than that, Wrathion. That door, the wishes you must give up to enter... There is danger in such things." As they both have just witnessed.