Wrathion's expression twitches at the flat tone, as if bracing against a blow.
He doesn't like this. Doesn't like that somehow, he's already opening a divide between them. Doesn't like that it feels as if he's making a mess of things when he'd had some vain hope perhaps he could do better this time.
The frustration is almost intolerable. He tries to breathe through it, to stop himself from lashing out, then snags up his coat and begins to walk.
"What would you have me do?" he prompts, and it comes out a little tense but he's hoping he gets points for trying. Straight from denial to bargaining, he thinks, and resists the urge to laugh. He's still angry inside, so that one is checked off.
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He doesn't like this. Doesn't like that somehow, he's already opening a divide between them. Doesn't like that it feels as if he's making a mess of things when he'd had some vain hope perhaps he could do better this time.
The frustration is almost intolerable. He tries to breathe through it, to stop himself from lashing out, then snags up his coat and begins to walk.
"What would you have me do?" he prompts, and it comes out a little tense but he's hoping he gets points for trying. Straight from denial to bargaining, he thinks, and resists the urge to laugh. He's still angry inside, so that one is checked off.