He doubts you. Just as he always has. Just as they all do.

The whisper in his mind melds too readily with the doubts already present, but he pushes it away, his eyes cutting towards Wrathion's smirk as they move past, descending into the halls below. "Something's in the air. The longer we stand talking, the more likely it is to affect us," he replies tightly, jaw tensing defensively for a moment.