There's a slight surge of panic in Wrathion at the priest's words. They're in a war, there's no way he can promise--this is something too important. He doesn't want to placate Anduin, either--but wait.
"I won't choose to leave you this time. If I do, it's not because I wanted to, all right?"
That's an acceptable option. As close to a promise as he can get without risking it being untrue. He closes his fingers over Anduin's for a brief moment, allows himself to finally relax.
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There's a slight surge of panic in Wrathion at the priest's words. They're in a war, there's no way he can promise--this is something too important. He doesn't want to placate Anduin, either--but wait.
"I won't choose to leave you this time. If I do, it's not because I wanted to, all right?"
That's an acceptable option. As close to a promise as he can get without risking it being untrue. He closes his fingers over Anduin's for a brief moment, allows himself to finally relax.