The brief look of acknowledgment that Greymane had hurt him made the other hang his mouth in momentary shock and it only grew confused as the other got off of him.all together. He didn't think he could follow the suit of standing up just right then, however, as even the thought of pushing himself to sit had his stomach twisting and downright staging a revolt. So he stayed there in the Archmage shaped dent for a few more moments as he listened to the other things that were said.
Sylvanas had gone after Gilneas, Genn lost his family and the majority of his people. Khadgar's twisting stomach took a more emotional turn instead of it being pain based like ot had been previously. He knew the efforts of rebuilding Gilneas had been taking leaps and bounds, he had helped with some of them personally.
Khadgar steels himself as he pushes himself to sit up, forcing himself not to show how much pain he was in and watches the other with furrowed brows. There wasn't much he could say, no magic spell that could reverse this whole thing and make it right. It bothered him, more than that, it made him want to rip as deep as he could into Sylvanas in retribution.
"I am sorry," he murmurs, gaze fixating on the blue of his robe so he didn't have to look at the other. "You are right. On everything." Well, at least he was admitting he was wrong about the attempts that had been made to make peace between the Horde and Alliance.
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The brief look of acknowledgment that Greymane had hurt him made the other hang his mouth in momentary shock and it only grew confused as the other got off of him.all together. He didn't think he could follow the suit of standing up just right then, however, as even the thought of pushing himself to sit had his stomach twisting and downright staging a revolt. So he stayed there in the Archmage shaped dent for a few more moments as he listened to the other things that were said.
Sylvanas had gone after Gilneas, Genn lost his family and the majority of his people. Khadgar's twisting stomach took a more emotional turn instead of it being pain based like ot had been previously. He knew the efforts of rebuilding Gilneas had been taking leaps and bounds, he had helped with some of them personally.
Khadgar steels himself as he pushes himself to sit up, forcing himself not to show how much pain he was in and watches the other with furrowed brows. There wasn't much he could say, no magic spell that could reverse this whole thing and make it right. It bothered him, more than that, it made him want to rip as deep as he could into Sylvanas in retribution.
"I am sorry," he murmurs, gaze fixating on the blue of his robe so he didn't have to look at the other. "You are right. On everything." Well, at least he was admitting he was wrong about the attempts that had been made to make peace between the Horde and Alliance.