Wrathion opens his mouth to say something, but then...
Anduin would ask that question. Wrathion has been very deliberately not thinking about Azeroth very much, now. To think about it means to confront his failure, the loss of his very charge. He very carefully avoids Anduin's gaze for the moment, and laces his fingers before him, resting his elbows on his crossed knees. Lowers his gaze to the floor.
He's been very carefully not thinking about it. He'd just defeated N'zoth. Just eradicated the last of the Old Gods, and yes, it was with the adventurers' assistance, but...those creatures had brought his father low. Corrupted his entire flight, save Wrathion himself, by some whim of fate or unknown will of the Titans. He'd found his brother Ebyssian and kept him free from their whispers at no small cost to himself (but worth it, it was worth it, he thinks...).
The dragon straightens, inhales, and grits his teeth. He wants to lie--that's his first reaction, but again, he knows if he does and Anduin finds out, there will be no coming back from that. The priest already does not trust him (rightfully, he thinks; Wrathion has already shoved Anduin aside at least once. That it was for the sake of Azeroth entire does not seem to mean a thing. So be it).
"I want to say no, Anduin, but...I don't feel Azeroth." Not that he had ever visited Argus when it hung in Azeroth's sky, but he had some vague sense of that world's soul, and Azeroth's presence had always been stronger by far. His flight had always had a connection to Azeroth and her deep places. Wrathion had had a connection.
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Anduin would ask that question. Wrathion has been very deliberately not thinking about Azeroth very much, now. To think about it means to confront his failure, the loss of his very charge. He very carefully avoids Anduin's gaze for the moment, and laces his fingers before him, resting his elbows on his crossed knees. Lowers his gaze to the floor.
He's been very carefully not thinking about it. He'd just defeated N'zoth. Just eradicated the last of the Old Gods, and yes, it was with the adventurers' assistance, but...those creatures had brought his father low. Corrupted his entire flight, save Wrathion himself, by some whim of fate or unknown will of the Titans. He'd found his brother Ebyssian and kept him free from their whispers at no small cost to himself (but worth it, it was worth it, he thinks...).
The dragon straightens, inhales, and grits his teeth. He wants to lie--that's his first reaction, but again, he knows if he does and Anduin finds out, there will be no coming back from that. The priest already does not trust him (rightfully, he thinks; Wrathion has already shoved Anduin aside at least once. That it was for the sake of Azeroth entire does not seem to mean a thing. So be it).
"I want to say no, Anduin, but...I don't feel Azeroth." Not that he had ever visited Argus when it hung in Azeroth's sky, but he had some vague sense of that world's soul, and Azeroth's presence had always been stronger by far. His flight had always had a connection to Azeroth and her deep places. Wrathion had had a connection.
No longer.