"Even I do not always keep buried what I should." Like his father; Wrathion can still bring Deathwing up from time to time. Especially when he knows that he should forget about the Mad Aspect; forget his name, let him stay dead in the Maelstrom where he fell. But it's difficult. It was a part of what made him who he was, now.
Wrathion's brows arch at that, and his lips curve slightly into a very small smile. "While I think the rulers might have an...issue with what I would do to him, your thoughts are not incorrect. Roasting him alive would be swift, but I could always alternate. Once would not be enough for what he did to you. Not for my tastes."
Because he could be a vengeful little shit. Really, he was, but there was not much here that evoked that tendency in him. But he breathed out, in not quite a sigh.
"I am still young, especially by the judgement of my kind. I may not always understand, Sansa. But I do trust that you will help get things I need to understand through my hard head."
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Wrathion's brows arch at that, and his lips curve slightly into a very small smile. "While I think the rulers might have an...issue with what I would do to him, your thoughts are not incorrect. Roasting him alive would be swift, but I could always alternate. Once would not be enough for what he did to you. Not for my tastes."
Because he could be a vengeful little shit. Really, he was, but there was not much here that evoked that tendency in him. But he breathed out, in not quite a sigh.
"I am still young, especially by the judgement of my kind. I may not always understand, Sansa. But I do trust that you will help get things I need to understand through my hard head."