Wrathion takes a slow step closer, his free hand lifting gloved fingers to brush a strand of blond hair out of Anduin's face. The action is excessively slow, some balance of consideration going into it that is drawn out unnecessarily to the point of dramatics.

"Both this world and Azeroth face many threats, that is true. Yet between us, we have done more than endure. We have risen and thrived. There may be a darkness here, but there is little fear to be had of that for wielders of the Light I should think. Strife may keep us from rest, but I know we will succeed. There is no other option."