[ A part of him is clamoring at him to respond to her, to say something, anything that will let her know her words are not falling on deaf ears. It is not his mind that is doing the pleading but his heart. And somehow, through all of this, it has been his heart that has driven him to keep fighting, even though the odds seem entirely stacked against him and at times, his will to fight has dwindled.
But even now, he is still there doing his best to hold on and not give up. She hasn't given up on him, and that is a more powerful drive than even Thordan could have expected.
His gaze lands upon hers once more, and his mind begins to twist with thoughts of its own. He tries desperately to push those thoughts away, but it seems that some part of him is determined to take control again.
It takes a moment, and if she is watching, she might see a struggle playing out before her. His mouth opens as if he wants to speak, but then a tension takes hold of his shoulders and he takes an abrupt step back from her. Next, he shakes his head as if attempting to dislodge something from him, and without announcement or even a second's pause, he all but exclaims: ]
I'm- I am so very sorry that I've put you through all this.
[ It's a strangely lucid statement for him to make, when he is clearly fighting with himself and the primal's influence, but it seems that he still has some lingering reserves of strength left.
He takes a step forward again, and his hands reach out as well, both for her hands and for the package alike.
No sooner do his fingers brush against the package and the cloth inside than something seems to happen. Almost simultaneously, a great weight seems to fall from his shoulders and he is about to straighten up, but before he can, an even greater weight crashes down upon his mind, wordless retribution from the primal intended to prevent Tataru's gift and all the meaning that it holds from taking root in him.
Because nothing else has a greater effect on him than reminders of Ishgard, or so it seems. And of course, part of him regrets that he has not responded so to Alkaid's efforts, but they are still no less meaningful.
Even so, the primal senses danger and a threat, and so it attempts to overwhelm Aymeric's mind and senses once more. His hands that were moving to take the package drop to his sides, but this time, his gaze remains locked on the woman who has stood with him this whole time.
There is a pleading look in his eyes, as if he is wordlessly asking her for help once more, even though he regrets placing more burdens upon her, but whether the primal likes it or not, she does give him the strength to keep pushing back. ]
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But even now, he is still there doing his best to hold on and not give up. She hasn't given up on him, and that is a more powerful drive than even Thordan could have expected.
His gaze lands upon hers once more, and his mind begins to twist with thoughts of its own. He tries desperately to push those thoughts away, but it seems that some part of him is determined to take control again.
It takes a moment, and if she is watching, she might see a struggle playing out before her. His mouth opens as if he wants to speak, but then a tension takes hold of his shoulders and he takes an abrupt step back from her. Next, he shakes his head as if attempting to dislodge something from him, and without announcement or even a second's pause, he all but exclaims: ]
I'm- I am so very sorry that I've put you through all this.
[ It's a strangely lucid statement for him to make, when he is clearly fighting with himself and the primal's influence, but it seems that he still has some lingering reserves of strength left.
He takes a step forward again, and his hands reach out as well, both for her hands and for the package alike.
No sooner do his fingers brush against the package and the cloth inside than something seems to happen. Almost simultaneously, a great weight seems to fall from his shoulders and he is about to straighten up, but before he can, an even greater weight crashes down upon his mind, wordless retribution from the primal intended to prevent Tataru's gift and all the meaning that it holds from taking root in him.
Because nothing else has a greater effect on him than reminders of Ishgard, or so it seems. And of course, part of him regrets that he has not responded so to Alkaid's efforts, but they are still no less meaningful.
Even so, the primal senses danger and a threat, and so it attempts to overwhelm Aymeric's mind and senses once more. His hands that were moving to take the package drop to his sides, but this time, his gaze remains locked on the woman who has stood with him this whole time.
There is a pleading look in his eyes, as if he is wordlessly asking her for help once more, even though he regrets placing more burdens upon her, but whether the primal likes it or not, she does give him the strength to keep pushing back. ]