[Sorey seizes him and pulls him into his arms, but Dezel still isn't totally aware of what's going on. The world feels... strange, wishy-washy, like it might melt away from his hands. The darkness is familiar-- that hasn't changed-- but he feels like he's forgetting something important.]
Ss... Sorey?
[The name comes half-choked from a mouth dusty with disuse, a mouth used to forming snarls and growls instead of words. This might be another trick. He doesn't want to believe it just in case it is, but there's something undeniable about the Shepherd's warmth. Even Dezel, naked without the pact, can feel his purity. It's the only light in the hellish malevolence pressing down on him, the hatred making it impossible to breathe.
He doesn't recognize where he is. Some kind of underground courtyard, or something. Whenever he tries to remember, his head screams at him, and his heart feels sick. It comes back to him in brief flashes: Symonne dragging him away from the town; only recovering enough that he could survive becoming a hellion; wandering in a desert alone, with only illusions to torment him; wings ripping up out of his back as he finally gives up hope--
He sucks in another breath, pained, and his trembling fingers find the front of Sorey's shirt. The reason why Sorey wants the pact--]
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Ss... Sorey?
[The name comes half-choked from a mouth dusty with disuse, a mouth used to forming snarls and growls instead of words. This might be another trick. He doesn't want to believe it just in case it is, but there's something undeniable about the Shepherd's warmth. Even Dezel, naked without the pact, can feel his purity. It's the only light in the hellish malevolence pressing down on him, the hatred making it impossible to breathe.
He doesn't recognize where he is. Some kind of underground courtyard, or something. Whenever he tries to remember, his head screams at him, and his heart feels sick. It comes back to him in brief flashes: Symonne dragging him away from the town; only recovering enough that he could survive becoming a hellion; wandering in a desert alone, with only illusions to torment him; wings ripping up out of his back as he finally gives up hope--
He sucks in another breath, pained, and his trembling fingers find the front of Sorey's shirt. The reason why Sorey wants the pact--]
I became a hellion. I-- I don't deserve--