Wrathion lifts his eyes and blinks at Anduin, trying to play back the conversation. Had he done that?
An uneasy sensation clenches in his stomach again. Navigating these conversations always feels more difficult, somehow, with Anduin. Like his own words might trap him any moment.
"I meant no offense," he says finally. Should he say more? Would saying more help, or would it make things worse? Titans, he's getting no better at... handling emotions. At knowing how to express them. Sometimes it feels as if he might be getting worse now that he's more aware of his own limitations.
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Wrathion lifts his eyes and blinks at Anduin, trying to play back the conversation. Had he done that?
An uneasy sensation clenches in his stomach again. Navigating these conversations always feels more difficult, somehow, with Anduin. Like his own words might trap him any moment.
"I meant no offense," he says finally. Should he say more? Would saying more help, or would it make things worse? Titans, he's getting no better at... handling emotions. At knowing how to express them. Sometimes it feels as if he might be getting worse now that he's more aware of his own limitations.