Wrathion flits his eyes away, frowning as they walk. What of his condition?
It is... disturbing. Disturbing to limited so completely, to be unable to access things that should be as natural as breathing.
His fingers curl inward in his pockets, nails digging into his hands.
"Quite the mystery, isn't it?" he offers, tone mild -- almost flippant. "I'm sure our new friends find it amusing to keep me this way."
Perhaps Anduin finds it amusing too. After all, he still remembers the sting of his right hook. Wrathion is still paying for his crimes, he knows that. Perhaps this is yet more punishment.
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It is... disturbing. Disturbing to limited so completely, to be unable to access things that should be as natural as breathing.
His fingers curl inward in his pockets, nails digging into his hands.
"Quite the mystery, isn't it?" he offers, tone mild -- almost flippant. "I'm sure our new friends find it amusing to keep me this way."
Perhaps Anduin finds it amusing too. After all, he still remembers the sting of his right hook. Wrathion is still paying for his crimes, he knows that. Perhaps this is yet more punishment.