There aren't many other places I could be. Not without terrifying the populace. At least until I can change again.

[It might be a surprise that he hasn't yet, but Wrathion is the type who prefers to be master of his own circumstances. It's not easy to get him to make up his mind--he has to dissect and question and pull things apart, and he's dissatisfied, still. He definitely knows that the Kenoma and destruction is more his father's path--and he'd rather be dead first. If he won't reach for the Pleroma, he's stuck at the lodestone. Still, he's bemused for all of it.]

So, do the clothes make the man? I should hope you're feeling better now!