"No," Wrathion admits. "Not what happened, only the consequence. Although there were no physical problems I could detect, no unusual traces of magic, Wei Wuxian is more... attuned to certain things than I am."
Wrathion pauses, eyes steady on Anduin, then flicks them down as if casually opting to consider his drink a moment.
"To his reading, they appeared dead despite the physical evidence otherwise."
He does not look up. To look up now, he knows, would to be read the emotion in Anduin's reaction. The anguish, the pity, everything he does not feel able to handle. He has to be stronger than this. There is no time here for grief, especially not grief for things that are not even properly dead.
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"No," Wrathion admits. "Not what happened, only the consequence. Although there were no physical problems I could detect, no unusual traces of magic, Wei Wuxian is more... attuned to certain things than I am."
Wrathion pauses, eyes steady on Anduin, then flicks them down as if casually opting to consider his drink a moment.
"To his reading, they appeared dead despite the physical evidence otherwise."
He does not look up. To look up now, he knows, would to be read the emotion in Anduin's reaction. The anguish, the pity, everything he does not feel able to handle. He has to be stronger than this. There is no time here for grief, especially not grief for things that are not even properly dead.