Wrathion does not need to explain himself any further, though Anduin cannot imagine what it must have been like for him. He had been young, so young back then. And this Fahrad was... The first person who had ever been there for him, in his life.
It isn't fair. None of this was fair on Wrathion, and Anduin wishes... Well. It isn't as though he can do anything about it now.
He watches Wrathion move ahead of him again and after a moment, forces himself to step after him. He understands that this is difficult for his companion to speak about. The fact that he has said anything at all is something which Anduin is grateful for. He knows that for the sake of Wrathion's comfort he should allow the subject to move on. All the same, he feels he must acknowledge the loss, however long ago it has been.
"I am sorry," Anduin says, quietly. "No one should be put in such a difficult position as that, especially not... for such an important person as he sounds in that part of your life." We worked together for some time. Anduin can only imagine that it might have been this Fahrad who taught Wrathion to pick those locks, as he had said. He wonders what else of this person might have rubbed off on Wrathion, before he had lost him too.
"When were you last back?" he continues. It seems a safer question than the others he could ask. "To Ravenholdt?"
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Wrathion does not need to explain himself any further, though Anduin cannot imagine what it must have been like for him. He had been young, so young back then. And this Fahrad was... The first person who had ever been there for him, in his life.
It isn't fair. None of this was fair on Wrathion, and Anduin wishes... Well. It isn't as though he can do anything about it now.
He watches Wrathion move ahead of him again and after a moment, forces himself to step after him. He understands that this is difficult for his companion to speak about. The fact that he has said anything at all is something which Anduin is grateful for. He knows that for the sake of Wrathion's comfort he should allow the subject to move on. All the same, he feels he must acknowledge the loss, however long ago it has been.
"I am sorry," Anduin says, quietly. "No one should be put in such a difficult position as that, especially not... for such an important person as he sounds in that part of your life." We worked together for some time. Anduin can only imagine that it might have been this Fahrad who taught Wrathion to pick those locks, as he had said. He wonders what else of this person might have rubbed off on Wrathion, before he had lost him too.
"When were you last back?" he continues. It seems a safer question than the others he could ask. "To Ravenholdt?"