[He can feel his spirit wavering even as Sorey clutches at him, pleads with him to reform the pact. It's difficult to do that with his heart racing and his head still so full of doubt, but Sorey's tone brooks no argument. Dezel still feels mostly dead. His life has been one series of unfortunate events after another, and he has spent so much time alone lately. After finding out it was his fault, he...
For someone still injured, he's terribly quick when he reaches for Sorey's sword and presses the blade's tip to his own chest, securely above his heart.]
It's all right. I won't let that happen. [He's smiling.] I just need... some time.
[He searches through the darkness for the threads of old magic that form the pact. He can't see the Prime Lord's at first, though he can see the oath wrapped tightly around Sorey in his mind's eye. The malevolence is building, tearing at him with dark whispers, and he knows if he lets the panic overwhelm him then it really will be the end. There won't be a second chance. Death knows him intimately, now.
The cacophony of hatred starts to pull him in, but then he finds the pact and hangs on from the same thread he cut so long ago. His eyes open wide as the malevolence falls away like shedding layers upon layers of lead clothing. The world has a new color, a color he can't see, but he can feel it like the difference between air and water.
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For someone still injured, he's terribly quick when he reaches for Sorey's sword and presses the blade's tip to his own chest, securely above his heart.]
It's all right. I won't let that happen. [He's smiling.] I just need... some time.
[He searches through the darkness for the threads of old magic that form the pact. He can't see the Prime Lord's at first, though he can see the oath wrapped tightly around Sorey in his mind's eye. The malevolence is building, tearing at him with dark whispers, and he knows if he lets the panic overwhelm him then it really will be the end. There won't be a second chance. Death knows him intimately, now.
The cacophony of hatred starts to pull him in, but then he finds the pact and hangs on from the same thread he cut so long ago. His eyes open wide as the malevolence falls away like shedding layers upon layers of lead clothing. The world has a new color, a color he can't see, but he can feel it like the difference between air and water.
He's home.]