Anduin, by contrast, doesn't look angry at all. Tense, tired, yes, but not angry. No, the anger he felt at Wrathion for so long has been bleeding away, seeping back into him like rainwater into soil to be dispersed.
What good does it do to stay angry at someone for something they've long since resolved?
It's clear enough that whatever his feelings are, he'll need to work through them alone. That's usually the case, isn't it? He'll manage, until he can't, and hopefully there will be somewhere with alcohol the next time it feels like he's going burst under the pressure.
Reaching up, he reties his ponytail in a vain hope of keeping his hair out of his face for the continued trek. "Which direction are we needing to head, now?"
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Anduin, by contrast, doesn't look angry at all. Tense, tired, yes, but not angry. No, the anger he felt at Wrathion for so long has been bleeding away, seeping back into him like rainwater into soil to be dispersed.
What good does it do to stay angry at someone for something they've long since resolved?
It's clear enough that whatever his feelings are, he'll need to work through them alone. That's usually the case, isn't it? He'll manage, until he can't, and hopefully there will be somewhere with alcohol the next time it feels like he's going burst under the pressure.
Reaching up, he reties his ponytail in a vain hope of keeping his hair out of his face for the continued trek. "Which direction are we needing to head, now?"