The Old Gods are gone. How might they be here? There is no possible way that Wrathion could be going mad, but there is a persistent buzzing at the base of his skull. He wants to throw something. But no. If nothing else, that's anger talking.
He is in control. As much control as he can have, in a situation like this.
"But Anduin--" Wrathion can hear the whining tone entering his voice, and that angers him--but at himself. Again he fights the urge to throw something. (The rolled-up blanket might be safe, but it's a short distance from throwing that to throwing something else. Something worse.)
"I felt it, too. I don't know what I felt for sure, but..." Wrathion has been told that whatever else the Regent is, they are powerful. It makes the dragon envious, as he envies all with great power; but he has a choice, and he will not serve the dark. If there is nothing else, he would prefer to go down screaming than serve another who wishes only to see the destruction of the existing world. There was a promise they extended for better?
Wrathion did not trust them. He knew how easy it was to lie to someone he cared about. How easy, then, was it to lie to someone who meant nothing? Someone who was just a pawn in some grand game?
But then his (blessed, normal) stubbornness reasserts itself. Wrathion might be a bit too glib, here, and yet. "I thought we were doing something, Anduin. That is why we are here in Godsblood, and among the Pleroma." And waiting for whatever this assault was going to be, going forward, but the dragon thought better of bringing that up, at the moment.
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He is in control. As much control as he can have, in a situation like this.
"But Anduin--" Wrathion can hear the whining tone entering his voice, and that angers him--but at himself. Again he fights the urge to throw something. (The rolled-up blanket might be safe, but it's a short distance from throwing that to throwing something else. Something worse.)
"I felt it, too. I don't know what I felt for sure, but..." Wrathion has been told that whatever else the Regent is, they are powerful. It makes the dragon envious, as he envies all with great power; but he has a choice, and he will not serve the dark. If there is nothing else, he would prefer to go down screaming than serve another who wishes only to see the destruction of the existing world. There was a promise they extended for better?
Wrathion did not trust them. He knew how easy it was to lie to someone he cared about. How easy, then, was it to lie to someone who meant nothing? Someone who was just a pawn in some grand game?
But then his (blessed, normal) stubbornness reasserts itself. Wrathion might be a bit too glib, here, and yet. "I thought we were doing something, Anduin. That is why we are here in Godsblood, and among the Pleroma." And waiting for whatever this assault was going to be, going forward, but the dragon thought better of bringing that up, at the moment.