Anduin finds himself leaning into the brush of Wrathion's fingers against his skin, warm even through the leather of his gloves.

"The Light is everywhere, in all places, in all things," Anduin agrees, a soft smile playing at his lips as he does. "Even here, in this place of mystery and -- so often, death."

Anduin pauses, searching Wrathion's face for a long moment.

"Sometimes, I do find it difficult to have faith that the Light will guide me toward the right path, when there never seems to be one." Anduin's eyes sadden, slightly for a moment, before he visibly finds his resolve. "I do not think that either of us has ever known what it is to have an easy life. But -- we will continue to thrive. And I know that I for one am strengthened by your presence here, more than I could ever put into words."