One hand curled up into a fist, feeling the claws as they dug into palm of his hand. As if to provide more pain to keep him focused and to keep him from reaching out. Giving in was what had brought them to this juncture. If he had remained focused on convincing Anduin that the Forsaken couldn't be trusted instead of giving in to the reasoning that words and offers of peace could make a difference to those abominations...
"Too little. Too late." he finally growled out softly before relaxing the hand, ignoring the blood now freed to run down it and drip off the clawed fingers. Given how little injury he'd suffered while failing both king, country and people, this small of amount of blood shed was nothing.
Turning away from the archmage, the muscles in his legs aided him in launching himself upwards to land upon the rooftop of the wall that surrounded the ruin of the castle garden. It was time to depart he decided. Before he said anything more he couldn't recant, that he would end up later regretting. It was time to find Crowley and focus on Gilneas once more. The rest of the world could go to hell for the moment as far as his grief was concerned. He'd done more than enough to aid the city he'd failed, time to return to his own land and his own people who he'd been distant from for far too long.
He leapt from the rooftop to the tower before him, then down to the surrounding wall, loping down it until landing on the cobbled road before the castle before setting off for the mage quarter, ignoring the stares his current form drew as he passed.
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"Too little. Too late." he finally growled out softly before relaxing the hand, ignoring the blood now freed to run down it and drip off the clawed fingers. Given how little injury he'd suffered while failing both king, country and people, this small of amount of blood shed was nothing.
Turning away from the archmage, the muscles in his legs aided him in launching himself upwards to land upon the rooftop of the wall that surrounded the ruin of the castle garden. It was time to depart he decided. Before he said anything more he couldn't recant, that he would end up later regretting. It was time to find Crowley and focus on Gilneas once more. The rest of the world could go to hell for the moment as far as his grief was concerned. He'd done more than enough to aid the city he'd failed, time to return to his own land and his own people who he'd been distant from for far too long.
He leapt from the rooftop to the tower before him, then down to the surrounding wall, loping down it until landing on the cobbled road before the castle before setting off for the mage quarter, ignoring the stares his current form drew as he passed.