"What? Anduin, what are you talking about? What are you doing?"

The chains catch at his arms and Wrathion begins to struggle violently, feeling the burn of the Light in the shackles holding him. The panic in his eyes is immediate, is wild.

It isn't, exactly, fear of this betrayal. It's fear of -- something else.

"Anduin?" he prompts again, "Anduin, release me. Do not leave me here!"

Yet he's going to, isn't he? He's going to leave him. He's going to leave him again, and Titans know what is beyond that door. What might happen to him, away from Wrathion's ability to protect him. Not that he's done a good job of that, in truth.

(You failed him, the voices whisper, you always fail him.)