Anduin glances down at his wrist. To the new bracelet there, which symbolizes the fact that he had aided in the weddings to the fox spirits, and, if he is being honest with himself, his false promised marriage to Wrathion himself.

"I do not know," he says, honestly. "Perhaps not. I had thought it was clear when I'd told him that I still cared for him. For our friendship. I have reassured him that there is no need to feel as though he needs to keep punishing himself for the things that happened, but."

Anduin can only shrug. "I suppose are both a little afraid of what might come of addressing the matter head-on."