He hasn't answered the question of how he knows this is Anduin, in his right mind, asking him this. Of how he knows he isn't being lured away, so much as he longs for that. Longs for the touch of Anduin's hand, the softness of his smile.
Wrathion's eyes dart around the temple, breathing still heavy from the rush of adrenaline. One priest is still laid on the ground, a hand clutched to his side to stem bleeding. You cannot trust him, he whispers, and Wrathion thinks that sounds all too much like the whispers he heard down below --
But is it wrong?
His eyes lift to Anduin, wary.
"You will answer my questions," he presses. "No games."
Rich coming from him, he's sure, but this is important.
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He hasn't answered the question of how he knows this is Anduin, in his right mind, asking him this. Of how he knows he isn't being lured away, so much as he longs for that. Longs for the touch of Anduin's hand, the softness of his smile.
Wrathion's eyes dart around the temple, breathing still heavy from the rush of adrenaline. One priest is still laid on the ground, a hand clutched to his side to stem bleeding. You cannot trust him, he whispers, and Wrathion thinks that sounds all too much like the whispers he heard down below --
But is it wrong?
His eyes lift to Anduin, wary.
"You will answer my questions," he presses. "No games."
Rich coming from him, he's sure, but this is important.