"You wouldn't be wrong," he admits, and shifts to begin gently cupping hot water to scoop up over the tops of his shoulders. "We had a conversation about that once, in Ellethia. I cannot say things have improved since then."
Things may not have been trapped in an endless cycle of death and rebirth, but in Serthica he would argue they were worse. Cursed, sick, trapped in some twisted state where few things were truly alive. He dislikes this world more the longer he spends in it.
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Wrathion lets out a low, dark chuckle at that.
"You wouldn't be wrong," he admits, and shifts to begin gently cupping hot water to scoop up over the tops of his shoulders. "We had a conversation about that once, in Ellethia. I cannot say things have improved since then."
Things may not have been trapped in an endless cycle of death and rebirth, but in Serthica he would argue they were worse. Cursed, sick, trapped in some twisted state where few things were truly alive. He dislikes this world more the longer he spends in it.