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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-07-12 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
"By the Fury," he grumbles, clutching his head as he pulls himself up into his knees. Did that really just happen? He had no idea the Regent could exert such power over them.

It's a relief for the probing presence to be gone, but it doesn't make the situation any less humiliating.

"Aye. I've..." He trails off, not knowing what to say. The Regent's words are still ringing in his ears. "We've returned. For now."
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-07-12 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
Though he appreciates her sense of urgency, he finds himself lost for a moment, staring at one of his hands. He makes note of the little nicks and old scars of imperfect flesh, something that has only been reasserting itself recently, drawing a sharp contrast to the flawless white he'd been reborn with all those weeks ago.

While some might enjoy the loss of those blemishes, the idea of it had made him sick to his stomach. It had been with great relief that the familiar markings of his body had returned - a reminder that his identity had not been completely shorn from him.

But if the Regent was right...

He tries to shake it off. He's bothered Himeka with this enough already, and he knows that there's nothing she can do about it. There are more important things than the possibility of his slowly encroaching demise.

... Well, maybe he doesn't make a very good case for himself, thinking of it like that. He raises his gaze to meet hers, his expression blank with that internal resolution.

"'Tis nothing. Lead, and I will follow."
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-07-13 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. He guesses he wasn't concealing it particularly well, was he. He decides he won't brush her off, as she's clearly identified his concern already. But...

"Perhaps not," he agrees. "They... had motive to deceive us. To trick us into believing they were my only salvation. I realize this, now..." He had plenty of time to think about it, while forcefully being made an observer. Much the same as with the destruction of their worlds, the Regent has every reason to sew the seeds of futility and despair.

And yet...

"..."
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-07-14 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Aye." That much he can't deny. His flesh has largely returned to its regular tone, albeit slightly pale - far within the realm of normal possibility at least. He's not sure what has caused it to recede, but he does know that it seemed to start around the time they visited the Tamfa's tree.

None of the evidence suggests that he will relapse... besides those ominous marks still lingering on his friend's hands. Would it make a difference? Tehri had said that an Aion's identity had a way of reasserting itself over time.

"I could feel them searching my spirit, while they held me bound. For signs of the Innocent, I expect. I know not what they saw, in the end."
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-07-15 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
He shakes his head a little, as if to say 'I don't know'. Eventually, he manages to put it into words, though.

"...As if they were seeking something out, so that it could be pulled from me," he says. What that would do to him, he doesn't know. Maybe it would actually help, like they'd suggested. Maybe it would simply tear at his spirit, as the Eyes had.

"I remember them saying... 'if only this bond were stronger.' As if their attempts would have been far more aggressive were I truly in their presence." He narrows his eyes. "To what end, though? That... beast could not truly live inside of me...?"

Then again, if a dragon soul could fit into a mortal shell like his, maybe this angelic being could as well.
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-07-15 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Estinien grunts in acknowledgment from his place on the floor, still not having gotten up. He doesn't feel like he's being possessed, at least not anymore. Was the Regent just making assumptions about what little has been left behind?

"If so, 'tis the one thing we have in common," he grumbles, folding his arms around himself. If the creature truly did oppose the Regent that would seemingly make it an ally, but his experience with it only seemed to prove that it was just as mad as its enemy. "Would that it could challenge the Regent in a way that didn't center on battering its supposed allies."
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-07-15 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks to her, his indecision writ in his expression. It's hard to separate his feelings about the creature or who it might have been from the fear and hatred of what it's done to him. Something so powerful being opposed to the Regent should be a source of hope, but in reality...

"...Dextera told me of his concern that the Pleroma would corrupt us surely as the Kenoma would. Seeing this result... I'd be more inclined to see his point. If it was once an Aion, what has become of it now? Is this what lies ahead for those of us that survive long enough to see it?"

Or possibly even faster in his case, if he ends up being used like a puppet.

"I told Dextera I was willing to pay the cost, if it meant victory. Yet... I find myself faltering..."
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-07-20 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Estinien rests his own hand on her knee, squeezing slightly. She's said as much before, and he knows it's true. Yet, if they do still have time, it seems they have another situation that demands their attention. After lingering in silence, he turns his attention to what can be done in the moment.

"We will rise to the Regent's challenge, will we not?" he says. "The only question lies in how we make out approach. From what was said, both Godsblood and Venera shall be under threat. Our forces must needs be divided."

Where should they in particular go, is the unspoken question.