"I do," Wrathion says. "I will not ask anyone else to keep this from him, if they so wish."

He only will not reveal it himself, will not be the person to broach this topic.

For one, he wouldn't even know how to. It is a fraught thing, and of course his view of it is... coloured. He could not present a story free of bias, could not remain a neutral party in this. Could not speak to his own behaviour, or how Anduin may have acted when he was not present. How he may have spoken of him, any fears or concerns he may have kept to himself.

Perhaps he is overthinking. Perhaps it all may be much simpler than he fears, yet Wrathion is never one to simplify things. Even if he wishes it were simple, wishes they might just set aside these considerations and enjoy what time they had. Enjoy the scant few years Anduin had in this realm before mortal aging took him, while Wrathions yet lives on unchanged.

"The price is mine," he adds. "Not yours. Tell him if you disapprove."