[ No matter his personal feelings, Adra would never want anyone to suffer needlessly. He had felt pain enough in defeating the dragon--a sad soul poisoned by madness and grief. The thought of his allies in such pain is nigh-intolerable. His congratulations are genuine: he is glad that Wukong survived.
But not particularly glad to see him otherwise. ]
Is he? With friends like mine, I'm not so sure.
[ Because that's the real thing: he does think of Wukong as a friend. And it stuck a knife right in his nerves to see what he, in his ever-serious mind, viewed as bullying. However gently intended on Wukong's part. ]
no subject
But not particularly glad to see him otherwise. ]
Is he? With friends like mine, I'm not so sure.
[ Because that's the real thing: he does think of Wukong as a friend. And it stuck a knife right in his nerves to see what he, in his ever-serious mind, viewed as bullying. However gently intended on Wukong's part. ]