He thinks of Anduin, of his quiet hopes for normalcy. Of his reluctance to go back to Azeroth. Of his desire to share Wrathion's home in Serthica.
Wrathion doesn't think he could do normalcy. Doesn't think he could ever live a quiet, domestic life. Not the person he is now. Not without changing everything he was, and even then --
Would he want that? He doesn't know.
"I have never known any other life," he says simply. "I wouldn't know how to live quietly."
As appealing as softness is, Wrathion has fire in his veins. Is provoked to violence easily. He is not a creature that could sit and enjoy peace without constantly fearing what comes next, what disaster is yet to strike, what justice needs to be done.
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He thinks of Anduin, of his quiet hopes for normalcy. Of his reluctance to go back to Azeroth. Of his desire to share Wrathion's home in Serthica.
Wrathion doesn't think he could do normalcy. Doesn't think he could ever live a quiet, domestic life. Not the person he is now. Not without changing everything he was, and even then --
Would he want that? He doesn't know.
"I have never known any other life," he says simply. "I wouldn't know how to live quietly."
As appealing as softness is, Wrathion has fire in his veins. Is provoked to violence easily. He is not a creature that could sit and enjoy peace without constantly fearing what comes next, what disaster is yet to strike, what justice needs to be done.