"Other things have been in the forefront of my mind, as of late." His fingers curl into his palm, gaze lifting at last. "But I still think on it, from time to time."

What could have been. It would never again be that simple, of course, but that didn't mean there wasn't some part of him that still mourned the loss. Anduin watches as Wrathion stands, attempts to make light, and it'd be so tempting to go right along with it.

How long will that be enough?

He doesn't stand just yet, jaw working as he considers his words carefully. "...I don't intend on putting you through this all over again. That wouldn't be fair to you."