[ Knowing that, soon enough, it will not be him looking out of his eyes to look at her in turn, he does his best to rally what strength he has, in hopes of holding back the primal's influence for just a little bit longer. He can already tell that attempting this is causing no small amount of strain on his mind and on his person alike, but if doing so gives them a little more time together, then he will not hesitate to do what he can.
His gaze takes in each scar that she shows him, first one, then another, and finally the last one. He knows what it is she is trying to convey through actions and not words, and he ought to draw comfort from it, but the truth of the matter is that he fears being drowned out by the primal once more, of no longer being in control of himself, his actions, and his words.
She may very well walk away from this encounter; perhaps not whole and unscathed, but she will still be in control of herself. He, on the other hand, has the knowledge that at any time, he could lose the control he has managed to gain, and it will be taken over by another soul that is not so kind or considerate.
That clawing in his mind intensifies at that, as if to prove his point, and for just a moment, Aymeric closes his eyes against the push and pull that seems to be occurring between his will and the will of Thordan. ]
If I have not told you that I would wait a thousand years for your return, then I have been remiss indeed, because no period of time is too long. But for your own well-being, you must... You should retreat to the other side of the cell.
[ With an exhale of air, his head tips back briefly, reacting to the continued efforts of Thordan to wrest control back from him. It seems that it will not be long before the fragile hold he has on himself will be snatched away. ]
Lantaa, please... I must ask that you withdraw. [ Even as he beseeches her to leave him for her own safety, his fingers lightly ghost against the ear that is still within his reach. ]
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His gaze takes in each scar that she shows him, first one, then another, and finally the last one. He knows what it is she is trying to convey through actions and not words, and he ought to draw comfort from it, but the truth of the matter is that he fears being drowned out by the primal once more, of no longer being in control of himself, his actions, and his words.
She may very well walk away from this encounter; perhaps not whole and unscathed, but she will still be in control of herself. He, on the other hand, has the knowledge that at any time, he could lose the control he has managed to gain, and it will be taken over by another soul that is not so kind or considerate.
That clawing in his mind intensifies at that, as if to prove his point, and for just a moment, Aymeric closes his eyes against the push and pull that seems to be occurring between his will and the will of Thordan. ]
If I have not told you that I would wait a thousand years for your return, then I have been remiss indeed, because no period of time is too long. But for your own well-being, you must... You should retreat to the other side of the cell.
[ With an exhale of air, his head tips back briefly, reacting to the continued efforts of Thordan to wrest control back from him. It seems that it will not be long before the fragile hold he has on himself will be snatched away. ]
Lantaa, please... I must ask that you withdraw. [ Even as he beseeches her to leave him for her own safety, his fingers lightly ghost against the ear that is still within his reach. ]