[ Once again, he feels divided between what he wants for himself and what he ought to want as a son of Ishgard. He wants to bring to life what has so far only been a swiftly fading dream in his mind: namely having a life with her... with Lantaa, being able to converse with her and hold her as he once did. King Thordan might be trying to drown out all of his memories with her, but he cannot dislodge those core memories, the ones that his true self holds most dear. But even so, those memories war with other ones, ones planted in his mind by the primal.
In these artificially implanted memories, he sees himself being lead down another path by Thordan himself... not the imposing primal but the man who is his only remaining blood relation. This path takes him far from the woman that he loves but leads him to what Thordan claims is the only way to Ishgard's salvation.
Still, what remains of Aymeric's will fights to hold onto those precious memories of his time with Lantaa, and even as the tension shows itself in his posture and in the way the veins in his neck begin to stand out because of the continued internal battle, he still fights to respond to her. ]
I- I'm... [ I'm here. His mind fills in the sentence that he is struggling to give voice to, but that is not enough: he wants to say those words aloud that Lantaa might know he is still trying desperately to reach for her.
She might not expect any grand speeches from him, but he can barely manage to say two words to her, and that is more distressing to him than any wound.
But then, as if a burst of defiance that has been building up over time finally manages to break through, Aymeric's shoulders stiffen and he straightens up for one brief moment. ]
Lantaa, I'm here. [ In those words rings all the defiance and resolve that has been so thoroughly snuffed out by his enthrallment, but for these few seconds, he almost sounds like himself again and his eyes gleam with a light quite a bit different from the light of tempering.
Soon enough, exhaustion will pull him down again, and he will once again be ensnared, but for now, the small remnant of Ishgard's Lord Speaker is doing its best to reassert itself. ]
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In these artificially implanted memories, he sees himself being lead down another path by Thordan himself... not the imposing primal but the man who is his only remaining blood relation. This path takes him far from the woman that he loves but leads him to what Thordan claims is the only way to Ishgard's salvation.
Still, what remains of Aymeric's will fights to hold onto those precious memories of his time with Lantaa, and even as the tension shows itself in his posture and in the way the veins in his neck begin to stand out because of the continued internal battle, he still fights to respond to her. ]
I- I'm... [ I'm here. His mind fills in the sentence that he is struggling to give voice to, but that is not enough: he wants to say those words aloud that Lantaa might know he is still trying desperately to reach for her.
She might not expect any grand speeches from him, but he can barely manage to say two words to her, and that is more distressing to him than any wound.
But then, as if a burst of defiance that has been building up over time finally manages to break through, Aymeric's shoulders stiffen and he straightens up for one brief moment. ]
Lantaa, I'm here. [ In those words rings all the defiance and resolve that has been so thoroughly snuffed out by his enthrallment, but for these few seconds, he almost sounds like himself again and his eyes gleam with a light quite a bit different from the light of tempering.
Soon enough, exhaustion will pull him down again, and he will once again be ensnared, but for now, the small remnant of Ishgard's Lord Speaker is doing its best to reassert itself. ]