There was a time Wrathion's health and well-being were not at all Anduin's concern, he's quite sure. All his own doing, of course, yet still -- even the smallest hint of falsehood in the words is something Wrathion latches onto. He lofts an eyebrow, then slides his eyes away as he processes the apology.
Did he need an apology? He isn't sure. He was not, exactly, upset about it.
He was not upset because he hadn't actually expected Anduin to appear by his side. What would he have done if he had? Healed him, he supposes? Would he have fought? How would Wrathion have felt about that?
"Given the way things have progressed so far, I do not doubt you will have ample opportunities to fight by my side."
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There was a time Wrathion's health and well-being were not at all Anduin's concern, he's quite sure. All his own doing, of course, yet still -- even the smallest hint of falsehood in the words is something Wrathion latches onto. He lofts an eyebrow, then slides his eyes away as he processes the apology.
Did he need an apology? He isn't sure. He was not, exactly, upset about it.
He was not upset because he hadn't actually expected Anduin to appear by his side. What would he have done if he had? Healed him, he supposes? Would he have fought? How would Wrathion have felt about that?
"Given the way things have progressed so far, I do not doubt you will have ample opportunities to fight by my side."