There isn't much time. There's no time at all, and this needs to be quick. He knows that, more than he understands why he's doing what he's doing.

His hands gesture, and the chains glow with the brilliance of the Light for a moment, before snaking upwards to loop themselves around Wrathion's arms and pulling taut. He'll pull free eventually, of that there's no doubt. But it will hold him for now, long enough to follow the pull he can feel even now.

"You were right, you know. When you said it was not yet in me to suspect treachery. Not from you." His voice is surprisingly cold for its softness, and though his eyes hold a peculiar haze, the gaze within them is unflinching.

"But I learned many things from you that day."