He doesn't know, so that means it isn't confirmed. They can't be sure.
Azeroth might still be safe, the dream may be some predication of the future. It may be some possible future, even, but not necessarily theirs.
It doesn't have to be now, and yet --
Yet Anduin... felt it. He felt --
His teeth worry at his bottom lip.
"Then we don't know," Anduin re-iterates a little too intensely. "We can't be sure that's it's gone."
That everyone is gone. That, once again, Anduin has failed to save his friends. His eyes feel hot, but Anduin ignores it. He matches Wrathion's sullen glare with a frown of his own, angry -- but he doesn't know who he's angry at. He's angry at the situation. At this Regent, at waking up here, at the dream, at the inn and its itchy bed and his itchy clothing.
"I felt it," he continues, and by some miracle his voice comes out steady, "but we can't be sure. There must be something we can do. There has to be something."
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He doesn't know, so that means it isn't confirmed. They can't be sure.
Azeroth might still be safe, the dream may be some predication of the future. It may be some possible future, even, but not necessarily theirs.
It doesn't have to be now, and yet --
Yet Anduin... felt it. He felt --
His teeth worry at his bottom lip.
"Then we don't know," Anduin re-iterates a little too intensely. "We can't be sure that's it's gone."
That everyone is gone. That, once again, Anduin has failed to save his friends. His eyes feel hot, but Anduin ignores it. He matches Wrathion's sullen glare with a frown of his own, angry -- but he doesn't know who he's angry at. He's angry at the situation. At this Regent, at waking up here, at the dream, at the inn and its itchy bed and his itchy clothing.
"I felt it," he continues, and by some miracle his voice comes out steady, "but we can't be sure. There must be something we can do. There has to be something."