"Quite alright," Wrathion says, in something of a tense undertone. "I've protected myself for quite some time now."
He's a black dragon, he doesn't need protecting. He protects other people, that's how it's all meant to work. How it should have worked, would have if everything hadn't all gone horribly wrong. He drops his gaze to begin packing up, movements stiff.
"You may think you understand, Doctor, but I sincerely doubt we are the same. Most of my kind died by my own hand."
There's something of a threat there, a warning. Don't underestimate me. Wrathion is capable of being dangerous. He may be here, mourning a creature he barely knows, sleeplessly trying to keep their party alive and together but he has done terrible things before. Will likely do terrible things again, in the pursuit of his greater good. Of the bigger picture, as he sees it.
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He's a black dragon, he doesn't need protecting. He protects other people, that's how it's all meant to work. How it should have worked, would have if everything hadn't all gone horribly wrong. He drops his gaze to begin packing up, movements stiff.
"You may think you understand, Doctor, but I sincerely doubt we are the same. Most of my kind died by my own hand."
There's something of a threat there, a warning. Don't underestimate me. Wrathion is capable of being dangerous. He may be here, mourning a creature he barely knows, sleeplessly trying to keep their party alive and together but he has done terrible things before. Will likely do terrible things again, in the pursuit of his greater good. Of the bigger picture, as he sees it.