[ If he thought that he had known pain before, from his various wounds or from Thordan's punishing blows, he knows now that what he felt previously pales in comparison to the ensuing struggle as Alisaie manipulates and channels more aether. Alkaid's grip on his arms keeps him from moving too far, but he jerks and shakes as a divide between him and King Thordan forms.
You would see Ishgard destroyed? These fools will seal her fate and yours if you allow them to continue. Again, he sees images of Ishgard burning, her lofty spires turning to ash and collapsing and her people turning on one another, or worst of all, lying dead in the streets. Aymeric's back arches as the primal's influence is forced from his mind and from everything that makes him him. He wove himself so deeply into Aymeric and who he is that driving him out now seems to be quite the demanding task.
Suddenly, Aymeric's eyes snap open, and even though there is pain clearly written in them, they are the clearest they have been since this all began. He latches onto the image of Alkaid that is before him, and how she attempts to smile for him. Once again, he sees her in robes holding flowers and smiling, hands beckoning to him to join her.
But Thordan is not finished, not just yet. Even as Aymeric's frenzied mind zeroes in on the titles she has named and tries to identify ones she has not, a rapid flow of words bursts from his mouth: ] You will not dislodge me so easily, Warrior of Light. This man- this knight is not yours. [ The primal uses Aymeric as its mouthpiece once more, forcing him to say words that are not his own.
The gap between them might be widening as Alisaie continues performing her cure, but the primal is not going to let go of Aymeric without a fight. And the way Aymeric continues to thrash even in Alkaid's hold indicates that he is presently in for the fight of his life. ]
How far will you go? What will you risk in hopes of bringing him back? [ A laugh, cold and harsh and not at all like Aymeric, bursts from his mouth.
But, suddenly and without warning, Aymeric speaks again, and this time, it is as himself, not the primal forcing him to throw poisonous words at Alkaid and Alisaie. ]
I am- I am Ser Aymeric de Borel of Ishgard, and you will not have me.
[ And as if saying those words has exhausted him, he lies still, but even in his swirling pain and fatigue that has reasserted itself, there is a faint sense of triumph beneath all of it. ]
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You would see Ishgard destroyed? These fools will seal her fate and yours if you allow them to continue. Again, he sees images of Ishgard burning, her lofty spires turning to ash and collapsing and her people turning on one another, or worst of all, lying dead in the streets. Aymeric's back arches as the primal's influence is forced from his mind and from everything that makes him him. He wove himself so deeply into Aymeric and who he is that driving him out now seems to be quite the demanding task.
Suddenly, Aymeric's eyes snap open, and even though there is pain clearly written in them, they are the clearest they have been since this all began. He latches onto the image of Alkaid that is before him, and how she attempts to smile for him. Once again, he sees her in robes holding flowers and smiling, hands beckoning to him to join her.
But Thordan is not finished, not just yet. Even as Aymeric's frenzied mind zeroes in on the titles she has named and tries to identify ones she has not, a rapid flow of words bursts from his mouth: ] You will not dislodge me so easily, Warrior of Light. This man- this knight is not yours. [ The primal uses Aymeric as its mouthpiece once more, forcing him to say words that are not his own.
The gap between them might be widening as Alisaie continues performing her cure, but the primal is not going to let go of Aymeric without a fight. And the way Aymeric continues to thrash even in Alkaid's hold indicates that he is presently in for the fight of his life. ]
How far will you go? What will you risk in hopes of bringing him back? [ A laugh, cold and harsh and not at all like Aymeric, bursts from his mouth.
But, suddenly and without warning, Aymeric speaks again, and this time, it is as himself, not the primal forcing him to throw poisonous words at Alkaid and Alisaie. ]
I am- I am Ser Aymeric de Borel of Ishgard, and you will not have me.
[ And as if saying those words has exhausted him, he lies still, but even in his swirling pain and fatigue that has reasserted itself, there is a faint sense of triumph beneath all of it. ]