More primal than the Light? The Light is a primal force, to Anduin, a source of pure creation. He tilts his head a little, a frown tugging at his expression and his lips pressing together as he thinks. She clearly doesn't agree, and she would know better this place than he does, yet... yet it felt to him as if the Light had called him.

It had, hadn't it?

"We will find proof," he says, with an air of finality that says he's used to having to gently but firmly end a debate. "There has to be a way. What other reason is there for us to be here?"

Surely, their being saved must somehow be related to the fate of their worlds?