[ After all his struggles and exertions, and the wounds that he has taken in the fight, it does not take long for what remains of Aymeric's strength to fade, and if not for Estinien holding him up, he would have collapsed to land facedown on the ground.
He does not register anything that happens after his senses flee from him, but when he finally begins to stir, he has no recollection of how long it has been nor how he wound up being chained to the wall.
It takes him a moment to raise his head, and another moment still for his eyes to finally open, and when he does, he wishes that he had remained senseless. The fury of the primal that shielded him from feeling pain has subsided, and in its absence, every bit of pain from his various wounds has crashed down on top of him in full force.
While he is doing his best to navigate the waves of pain, a realization that is not kind in the least occurs to him: the voice in his head, the one belonging to his father, has gone silent and is not responding however hard he tries to raise it again.
Suddenly, there is another kind of pain, a far stronger one than just the kind that comes from physical wounds. It is a fear of abandonment, of being cut off from the one person whose approval he desperately craves.
Although he is chained to the wall, he can at least move his hands enough to clench them into fists as he tries to battle against these unwanted emotions. It isn't until his vision clears even further that he realizes he is not alone in the cell. Someone is sitting in front of him, just barely within arm's reach. ]
... Estinien? [ He cannot seem to see clearly, or else he would already know just who is there with him. His voice sounds strange to his ears, as if it has been unused for a long period of time; for all he knows, it might have been. ]
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He does not register anything that happens after his senses flee from him, but when he finally begins to stir, he has no recollection of how long it has been nor how he wound up being chained to the wall.
It takes him a moment to raise his head, and another moment still for his eyes to finally open, and when he does, he wishes that he had remained senseless. The fury of the primal that shielded him from feeling pain has subsided, and in its absence, every bit of pain from his various wounds has crashed down on top of him in full force.
While he is doing his best to navigate the waves of pain, a realization that is not kind in the least occurs to him: the voice in his head, the one belonging to his father, has gone silent and is not responding however hard he tries to raise it again.
Suddenly, there is another kind of pain, a far stronger one than just the kind that comes from physical wounds. It is a fear of abandonment, of being cut off from the one person whose approval he desperately craves.
Although he is chained to the wall, he can at least move his hands enough to clench them into fists as he tries to battle against these unwanted emotions. It isn't until his vision clears even further that he realizes he is not alone in the cell. Someone is sitting in front of him, just barely within arm's reach. ]
... Estinien? [ He cannot seem to see clearly, or else he would already know just who is there with him. His voice sounds strange to his ears, as if it has been unused for a long period of time; for all he knows, it might have been. ]