[ Wrathion watches Anduin like a hawk. His red eyes are sharp, focused, but there's also something tense. Like he's holding back. Resisting something.

His fingers flex, nails curling into his palm. ]

You have every reason to doubt me.

[ He understands that, much as he wishes he didn't. The frustration shows. He controls it by pure force of will. ]

I never intended for your father to die, Anduin. Of course I didn't! That whole incident with the Iron Horde --

[ He drops his eyes away, makes a low sound of frustration. ]

Every time the Horde and Alliance cross blades there is devastation. Each time, we must ask ourselves if the price we pay will be worth the victory we seek. I knew the Legion was coming. I thought the answer was clear, that for Azeroth to survive the gamble must always be high.

[ Thought, past tense. Sometimes, the only way to learn a lesson is to burn yourself making a mistake. ]