Something flickers across Wrathion's face -- surprise, then a narrowing of his eyes. He feels his pulse begin to race in frustration.
If you truly wish to make amends.
Titans, even now that's still in doubt?
He lifts his chin imperiously, forces his shoulders to drop.
"You already have my companionship, Anduin," he insists. "You are the only person who has ever wanted it. Everything I have done has been to make amends -- for my actions, for my inactions, to forge a new legacy for the Black Dragonflight. If it is not enough, I accept that, but know that making amends is all I have worked for."
Yet now, Anduin discards it so easily. I don't want your repentance, your guilt. As if it means nothing.
His chest feels tight, fingers curling until they dig into his palms. Wrathion's emotions always seem to run hot, when dealing with Anduin. They tangle more confusingly, and he finds he has to sit somewhere quietly afterwards to make sense of it all. He feels -- hurt, he thinks? Anduin likely did not intend that, not when also claiming he cares for him and wants his companionship. Wrathion supposes he has, somehow, given Anduin the impression he doesn't want that. He isn't sure how, when he thought he was doing all the right things, but given his lack of experience in the field it isn't a surprise he'd mess that right up too.
Rationalising doesn't appear to be making the sting fade.
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If you truly wish to make amends.
Titans, even now that's still in doubt?
He lifts his chin imperiously, forces his shoulders to drop.
"You already have my companionship, Anduin," he insists. "You are the only person who has ever wanted it. Everything I have done has been to make amends -- for my actions, for my inactions, to forge a new legacy for the Black Dragonflight. If it is not enough, I accept that, but know that making amends is all I have worked for."
Yet now, Anduin discards it so easily. I don't want your repentance, your guilt. As if it means nothing.
His chest feels tight, fingers curling until they dig into his palms. Wrathion's emotions always seem to run hot, when dealing with Anduin. They tangle more confusingly, and he finds he has to sit somewhere quietly afterwards to make sense of it all. He feels -- hurt, he thinks? Anduin likely did not intend that, not when also claiming he cares for him and wants his companionship. Wrathion supposes he has, somehow, given Anduin the impression he doesn't want that. He isn't sure how, when he thought he was doing all the right things, but given his lack of experience in the field it isn't a surprise he'd mess that right up too.
Rationalising doesn't appear to be making the sting fade.