He does mention that he, almost killed his friends.
I think of the dumb things I did when I was younger. The times that myself and my friends almost killed each other in some spectacular vehicular mishap.
We don’t have PTSD from that; merely more wisdom from the encounters.
So Anduin gets kidnapped to hell by basically the devil, autonomy stolen with his personality draining away, forced to fight his friends, work towards universal destruction. All while his faith magic was unable to save him.
Seems like pretty clearly a set of events that could cause someone to be pretty upset and doubt themselves.
We’ll we’re shown Anduin getting kidnapped to hell by basically the devil, autonomy stolen with his personality draining away, forced to try and kill his friends, work towards universal destruction. All while his faith magic was unable to save him. All this for a chunk of the expansion.
Well, let’s carry out the alternative to its natural conclusion then. Blizzard is moving in that direction anyway, so they’ve got a captive audience.
So repercussions of war, then.
Heroes who recoil at the sight of their weapons, as they cannot unsee the murder and mayhem those objects have caused.
Thrall curled into a fetal position under a waterfall, unable to weild the elements. He cries bitter tears for the lives he’s taken over the years. His arm, no longer able to lift an axe.
Jaina grows old in a library, sipping tea with Khadgar and reminiscing about cantrips.
Khadgar encourages Jaina to maybe open a spellbook. Take a whirl at using arcane magic again. Jaina recoils at the mere mention of Arcane magic; the tragedy of Theramor is still fresh in her mind. The manabomb. The teacup slips from Jaina’s fingertips and shatters on the floor. She’s sobbing uncontrollably. Khadgar consoles the once-great mage. She needs time.
Maybe Baine Bloodhoof and Magni will go and visit Anduin in his retirement cottage. He’s needed so much energy lately. Even just to tend to his garden. Surely they’ll be able to add some color to his life. He’s so sad. Anduin barely gets out of bed these days…
Baine gets up out of his chair to leave and is nearly overwhelmed with a wave of vertigo. Ever since the Jailor dropped him one hundred feet in the Maw, the once-proud bull finds that, even his height gives him PTSD. Maybe he’ll visit Anduin another day… sitting feels so much better… he just needs his tent and his fire… his safe space.
The war is over and the traumatized denizens of Azeroth go about their lives, walking on eggshells and avoiding their triggers.