The touch is so gentle -- Anduin himself is uncommonly gentle, for a man the world has been so rough with. For a man Wrathion, himself, has been so rough with.
"Grief will not help them," he says finally. "Answers will. I have the blood of too many dragons on my hands already."
It would be... preferable to save lives, if he can. Especially ones so young. He lifts the glass he's still holding onto with his other hand, takes a slow sip before setting it aside on a small table.
"Have you eaten yourself?"
Let's talk about Anduin, that seems a better topic. Better than Wrathion and all his pain that he's trying to quickly shove down into a box and fasten shut.
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"Grief will not help them," he says finally. "Answers will. I have the blood of too many dragons on my hands already."
It would be... preferable to save lives, if he can. Especially ones so young. He lifts the glass he's still holding onto with his other hand, takes a slow sip before setting it aside on a small table.
"Have you eaten yourself?"
Let's talk about Anduin, that seems a better topic. Better than Wrathion and all his pain that he's trying to quickly shove down into a box and fasten shut.