Wrathion had to chuckle a little, then. "Well, not that abrupt. How large do you think I am? I'm not an Aspect!"

Maybe at one point he could have been--he'd certainly aspired to such, once--but seeing what his father had done in Aberrus...that had soured him on the idea entirely. His eldest brother was welcome to it. He'd serve as himself and be the better dragon for it.

He strolled on alongside the king, settling himself down into an open seat and resting his hands behind his head. Again, he felt that if he wasn't prepared to have a reaction, it would probably go better for them both. Now, his task was to keep the memories of the Worldbreaker stifled.

"And I'm supposed to be thinking of what I want you to see, correct?"