[ The Crystal Exarch stands as if his whole body is made of the very mineral that has already claimed his arm. It is... so much harder than he had originally thought. Perhaps he should not have attempted to reach out as he has; mayhap he should have merely stayed with the idea of the Calling despite its dangers. Of course, both options are a cowards way out. The situation is at it is and of his own making.
His eyes shut despite the fact he knows full well she cannot remove his hood. There is a hope that if his eyes remained shut she may not discern his identity. Even there are other telling sides of who he is. His hands clutch slightly at his sides.
What is he to say? He has explained what he can, apologized, even though he knows the words will ring hollow and remain flat. She has no need to trust him when his identity is shrouded from her. No amount of words will ease her justified frustration and mistrust.
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His eyes shut despite the fact he knows full well she cannot remove his hood. There is a hope that if his eyes remained shut she may not discern his identity. Even there are other telling sides of who he is. His hands clutch slightly at his sides.
What is he to say? He has explained what he can, apologized, even though he knows the words will ring hollow and remain flat. She has no need to trust him when his identity is shrouded from her. No amount of words will ease her justified frustration and mistrust.
Perhaps he ought to take his leave. ]