How nice it would be to just let Wrathion go around, razing everything he deemed an enemy to the group. Anduin isn't even sure if he'd let the other or not, but he does know that right now it's too risky to let Wrathion pick a fight with whatever faction had started this war; he's not so naïve as to think of it otherwise. People would want to retaliate once others had recovered and Anduin can't help the small sense of dread. The captors had done it so easily, what was there that would stop them next time?

Anduin shakes his head to himself. No, he couldn't let himself think that way. Those that had been brought to this world seemed fine with banding together, if anything this was a major mistake of their captors, giving them all more reason to join ranks and Anduin does his best to hold on to that train of thought. It's easier than reading Wrathion's concern, Anduin doesn't want to know how bad he looks right now.

"You're right, though I worry that there are others left around here. Were there more of you?"