Anduin's expression tightens slightly, but he nods, stepping forward after his companion.

"That is what they want," he says. "To use our memories against us. Lure us into a sense of nostalgia or false hope, perhaps."

If anything, the sight of Westfall laid out before him at such a time makes him feel -- anger. Whatever is causing these illusions, digging around in his head, in his memories, trying to use them to manipulate him. Doing the same to Wrathion. It's an invasion of his privacy and Wrathion's both, and while they are only locations being projected onto the forest before them, this is still personal. Even this barren stretch of land...

"I doubt we are truly in such a wide-open piece of land," he warns, stepping carefully.