Down there, everything ends. Wrathion's lip curls, because he doesn't want to admit that--mostly because that way lies madness. Deathwing had been corrupted, which made him want to end everything, and Wrathion had sworn he'd do everything in his power to not tread that path, in turn.

But the man hadn't said everything ended in madness. Just that it ended. Not that Wrathion was certain that this answer was better. But it was safer to pay heed and not suffer some sort of...awkward accident.

"Is this real? It feels like...a dream. Not that I dream much." More because he didn't sleep much, but clearly what was normal was being tossed right out the window, now.