"It would not be impossible," Anduin reasons. "We were given the means to do so ourselves, as soon as we set foot in this land."
As for the boy's confusion... Anduin can't say whether that should mean anything or not. If the White Wanderer, his so-called friend and sole-caregiver, has done nothing but feed him lies for years...
He can't say that it's a pleasant thought. It certainly isn't helping him relax, and he sincerely doubts that Wrathion finds it relaxing either.
Leaning his head back against the rock wall of the spring, he studies his companion for a long moment.
"It has been," he offers at last, "a very long time since I was last afforded this much time to myself." In truth, he wonders whether Wrathion has ever been allowed a moment's peace, or whether he has always been balanced between one plot or another.
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As for the boy's confusion... Anduin can't say whether that should mean anything or not. If the White Wanderer, his so-called friend and sole-caregiver, has done nothing but feed him lies for years...
He can't say that it's a pleasant thought. It certainly isn't helping him relax, and he sincerely doubts that Wrathion finds it relaxing either.
Leaning his head back against the rock wall of the spring, he studies his companion for a long moment.
"It has been," he offers at last, "a very long time since I was last afforded this much time to myself." In truth, he wonders whether Wrathion has ever been allowed a moment's peace, or whether he has always been balanced between one plot or another.