[Dezel feels utterly spent after the hellion fight and reforging the pact. It's one thing when he's at full health and running on adrenaline, but after being worn down for weeks and weeks, he feels so heartsick. It's easing, though. He can feel it like sun on his face, like wind in his hair. Sorey's pure domain washes over him and the darkness ebbs, leaving his soul raw and red but clean.
There's no more sword at his chest and he isn't sure where it went, but that isn't important right now. He doesn't need it anymore. He isn't sure what he needs, actually. They should probably talk about this. They should reorient themselves and find a way out of here, but Sorey is bent over him like a grieving son.
Ah.
Not once has Dezel ever expected someone to grieve for him. But Sorey is crying, sobbing really, and there are hot tears sinking into his shirt. Dezel still doesn't quite believe. If he could see Sorey's face, that'd be one thing... but he can't, so he's left somewhat lost and without context.]
H-- hey...
[He reaches up with half-gloved fingers and touches Sorey's cheek, as much a gesture of curiosity as it is fondness. His fingertips come away damp.]
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There's no more sword at his chest and he isn't sure where it went, but that isn't important right now. He doesn't need it anymore. He isn't sure what he needs, actually. They should probably talk about this. They should reorient themselves and find a way out of here, but Sorey is bent over him like a grieving son.
Ah.
Not once has Dezel ever expected someone to grieve for him. But Sorey is crying, sobbing really, and there are hot tears sinking into his shirt. Dezel still doesn't quite believe. If he could see Sorey's face, that'd be one thing... but he can't, so he's left somewhat lost and without context.]
H-- hey...
[He reaches up with half-gloved fingers and touches Sorey's cheek, as much a gesture of curiosity as it is fondness. His fingertips come away damp.]
You don't have to cry over me.