Anduin keeps his eyes down, only lifting them after a moment when he hears the faint rip of fabric.
His eyes travel up slowly, studies Wrathion a long moment in silence.
"Why did you come to Stormwind?" he says finally. "Why then? After all that time."
He didn't have to, after all. He could have let Magni go alone, pass on the message. Why did he come in person? Anduin has, on some level, suspicions. Still, he wants to hear what Wrathion says when asked. Wants to see if the answer feels honest. Wants to know if --
If he truly holds any power here. If Wrathion truly cares, or if it's all an illusion. A game of give and take. If it's really about what Wrathion wants and needs.
no subject
His eyes travel up slowly, studies Wrathion a long moment in silence.
"Why did you come to Stormwind?" he says finally. "Why then? After all that time."
He didn't have to, after all. He could have let Magni go alone, pass on the message. Why did he come in person? Anduin has, on some level, suspicions. Still, he wants to hear what Wrathion says when asked. Wants to see if the answer feels honest. Wants to know if --
If he truly holds any power here. If Wrathion truly cares, or if it's all an illusion. A game of give and take. If it's really about what Wrathion wants and needs.