[ He's surprised by their shared apocalypse, though in the next instant he thinks he shouldn't be. Azeroth doesn't have the monopoly on suffering. Draenor alone proved that.
He just shakes his head at the nickname. Of all the things that rankle him in this world, what he's called barely registers. He's so used to much worse than that, from so many different quarters--and he knows his full name is ornate, anyway, especially to a human tongue. ]
Whatever's easiest.
[ His fingers curl slightly. The Light hasn't faded, but he senses her animal instinct, her rabbit fear. He doesn't want to scare her. ]
I could get rid of it, if you'd like. And as for your fight ...
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He just shakes his head at the nickname. Of all the things that rankle him in this world, what he's called barely registers. He's so used to much worse than that, from so many different quarters--and he knows his full name is ornate, anyway, especially to a human tongue. ]
Whatever's easiest.
[ His fingers curl slightly. The Light hasn't faded, but he senses her animal instinct, her rabbit fear. He doesn't want to scare her. ]
I could get rid of it, if you'd like. And as for your fight ...
[ Adra's long ears twitch. ]
More than I wanted, let's just say.
[ Which is: any of it. ]