There are those who see the world in stark black and white, and then there are those who see it painted in shades of gray. Wrathion is one of the latter; even as he's looking for an angle. (After all, there'd be one with him, he knew.)

Villainess or not, Wrathion would agree with her on choice. He might like to say he's on the side of the angels, but there's a bit more of his 'father' in him than he's willing to admit. (Less destructive tendencies, however...then again, Wrathion isn't corrupted by the Old Gods, either.)

"I'd say that sometimes, simple is best. Harder to find wiggle room or nuance. Still. Allow me to ask you this. Why did you choose this side, then? What is it, Pleroma? Clearly the ones who want to save the world."

Not that Wrathion isn't sure of his choice, but curiosity burns fiercely inside him.