He's right about purifying the malevolence. He's right about how short his lifespan is. But Dezel feels like he's wrong about something, and it's only after a minute that he realizes what that is.
Sorey is wrong about just how much his life is worth. Like he can just take Maotelus' burden by himself and come away from it just fine. Like-- like he almost doesn't matter. This is clearly a decision he's made, and a decision he's talked about with the others, but something about it--
-- it just pisses him off.
Dezel orbs right out and seizes Sorey by the front of his cloak, though there's hardly any malice in it. The frustration Dezel is feeling, displaying, it's all directed at the world around them.]
What the hell is WRONG with you? How can you talk about dying so casually?! Your life doesn't just belong to you anymore! You're telling me that you're not even going to live in the world you want to create? You're fine with leaving your human life behind and all the people you spilled blood for-- who spilled blood with you?
[He's reminded, faintly, of their meeting in Marlind. Sorey had been too naive, too pure for Dezel to comprehend. He's feeling much as he did that day, like he just can't fucking understand Sorey at all, like he's trying to touch something and it keeps morphing beneath his fingers.]
You dragged Rose into this, and now you're going to leave her with your mess. Is that it?
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He's right about purifying the malevolence. He's right about how short his lifespan is. But Dezel feels like he's wrong about something, and it's only after a minute that he realizes what that is.
Sorey is wrong about just how much his life is worth. Like he can just take Maotelus' burden by himself and come away from it just fine. Like-- like he almost doesn't matter. This is clearly a decision he's made, and a decision he's talked about with the others, but something about it--
-- it just pisses him off.
Dezel orbs right out and seizes Sorey by the front of his cloak, though there's hardly any malice in it. The frustration Dezel is feeling, displaying, it's all directed at the world around them.]
What the hell is WRONG with you? How can you talk about dying so casually?! Your life doesn't just belong to you anymore! You're telling me that you're not even going to live in the world you want to create? You're fine with leaving your human life behind and all the people you spilled blood for-- who spilled blood with you?
[He's reminded, faintly, of their meeting in Marlind. Sorey had been too naive, too pure for Dezel to comprehend. He's feeling much as he did that day, like he just can't fucking understand Sorey at all, like he's trying to touch something and it keeps morphing beneath his fingers.]
You dragged Rose into this, and now you're going to leave her with your mess. Is that it?