"Jrita," he repeats. "My name is Anduin. You can come with me, please don't worry. Nobody will make you fight or allow you to be hurt, I promise."
He does, indeed, sound earnest about that much. Still, the sound of approaching soldiers is concerning. He frowns in thought, weighing it up.
"I can get you somewhere safe," he offers, "but it seems we're about to have company, so we'll have to move quickly. Unless these are friends of yours?"
They might be, after all, and Anduin doesn't want to hurt anyone he doesn't need to. He doesn't want to hurt anyone at all, if he can help it. All Anduin has ever wanted is an end to fighting, but somehow it just keeps happening. Somehow, no matter what he tries, people find a new reason to wage war. To hurt each other. Even here, Light knows how far from Azeroth, it seems there is little difference.
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He does, indeed, sound earnest about that much. Still, the sound of approaching soldiers is concerning. He frowns in thought, weighing it up.
"I can get you somewhere safe," he offers, "but it seems we're about to have company, so we'll have to move quickly. Unless these are friends of yours?"
They might be, after all, and Anduin doesn't want to hurt anyone he doesn't need to. He doesn't want to hurt anyone at all, if he can help it. All Anduin has ever wanted is an end to fighting, but somehow it just keeps happening. Somehow, no matter what he tries, people find a new reason to wage war. To hurt each other. Even here, Light knows how far from Azeroth, it seems there is little difference.