"I was doing what I thought was right for Azeroth," Wrathion begins. His hackles are up, but that does not last. With all the rash impetuousness of youth, he'd launched, headstrong, into a trail of machinations that might have worked better had an older drake been the one pulling the strings...

But it hadn't been an older drake. It had been Wrathion, and he'd fumbled it.

"There's a part of me that wishes we could go back to Pandaria, though I know that was not a pleasant time for you. I enjoyed our games of jihui. I was not ready to learn, but I realize now that you were trying to teach me. The fault is mine that I did not learn. At all. I am...very bad at friendship. And it is not just because I am young, relatively speaking. It's not an excuse."

He's not trying to make excuses, or he'd continue. But there is one thing.

"You know how heavy the burden your father leaves you can be."