Those words are a double-edged sword, one that Mikleo can't quite comprehend or dismantle in his mind just yet, but distantly he's aware of something... unexpected, not wrong but not quite right, either. It's the way that the exorcist touches him - he's not prepared to deal with physical contact, there's nothing in his mental programming that tells him what that means - or the way his lips curve upwards to show an expression the tethered malak can't identify. It's the sound of his voice, gentle, patient, carrying with it a kindness he can't fully recognize.
The hand on his shoulder reminds him of something, an image flickering across his subconscious- of a smiling old man, a weathered hand gently patting his hair, smoke from a pipe tickling his ears. He remembers feeling something. Feeling... happy...?
It's gone in a matter of seconds, and he tries to chase it but he's left empty-handed once more. Still, he feels somehow... lighter. His posture relaxes, and hesitantly he nods his head. "Please walk with me" is unexpectedly polite, but he can interpret it as an order enough to understand it. He'll do as he's ordered.
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Date: 2017-04-02 08:53 pm (UTC)The hand on his shoulder reminds him of something, an image flickering across his subconscious- of a smiling old man, a weathered hand gently patting his hair, smoke from a pipe tickling his ears. He remembers feeling something. Feeling... happy...?
It's gone in a matter of seconds, and he tries to chase it but he's left empty-handed once more. Still, he feels somehow... lighter. His posture relaxes, and hesitantly he nods his head. "Please walk with me" is unexpectedly polite, but he can interpret it as an order enough to understand it. He'll do as he's ordered.
...He'll- he'll do as he's asked.