Anduin is quiet for a long moment, pale blue eyes focused out towards the breaking waves.
"You advised me, back then, that Taravast is not Stormwind," he says at last. "Walking the streets of Ellethia, I... Found it difficult not to draw comparisons. To think of Lordaeron... Everything that happened there once, long ago. And not so long ago, at that." He takes in a breath, letting it out slowly. "Sylvanas proved herself capable of using the Blight against her own capital city. I have no doubt that she would not hesitate to use it against Stormwind, if given half the chance."
He turns back towards Wrathion. "I have seen cities raised to the ground before. Just because I will not blindly follow the instructions of a man whose first order is one of murder… It does not mean that I am indifferent to their plight."
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Anduin is quiet for a long moment, pale blue eyes focused out towards the breaking waves.
"You advised me, back then, that Taravast is not Stormwind," he says at last. "Walking the streets of Ellethia, I... Found it difficult not to draw comparisons. To think of Lordaeron... Everything that happened there once, long ago. And not so long ago, at that." He takes in a breath, letting it out slowly. "Sylvanas proved herself capable of using the Blight against her own capital city. I have no doubt that she would not hesitate to use it against Stormwind, if given half the chance."
He turns back towards Wrathion. "I have seen cities raised to the ground before. Just because I will not blindly follow the instructions of a man whose first order is one of murder… It does not mean that I am indifferent to their plight."
Rather the opposite, in fact.