[ Wrathion keeps himself still, pushing down on the instinct to flinch away from the hand. He doesn't want this sickness, doesn't want to die -- but equally, equally he needs this child's trust. You have to offer a little trust to gain it in turn, he has learned. ]

I don't know.

[ An honest answer. There's no point lying about this. ]

Some of them might be, but I think some of them know something is wrong too. They'd be happier if they were all better, wouldn't they? Nobody likes to be sick.

[ Who would? Still, the other point: ]

And I think you're right, I think you might be part of it. But that means you can help us. You cannot fix something until you know how it started, and if we're both right that means we have the first piece of the puzzle. So, would you like to help us fix it? So nobody has to be sick anymore? I don't think we can do it without you.