[ In his silence, she worries for him, wondering what else might be going through his mind, if all of what she's said is being drowned out or negated by the power of his Crystal and the hold it has over him. A part of her crystal may be literally embedded into him, but that doesn't override how inherently intertwined he is with his own, the history they have together, and the future of the world they wish to save.
Then he takes that shuddering breath and leans forward, putting his forehead to hers once more, and begs for respite from the torture through which he's been put.
Her expression falls, and she draws a quick, frightened breath. Had they made a mistake, coming here?
Is this the crystal winning against him, or is this the crystal imposing its will onto him, to have him retreat? Is he truly not strong enough to endure, or is it simply a belief imposed on him that he's weak, that he can't--
Can we go?
Whatever the reason, she sees the misery and defeat clearly written upon his face. That's cause enough for them to leave, to stop his suffering. ]
Okay.... [ She replies, bringing her hand to his cheek. ] Okay.
[ They have an answer to why he has these memories, at least, as terrible as it is. Going forward from here-- she's not sure where it may lead; she hopes the damage's been done by the immense guilt that has been imposed onto his heart, the guilt of living, the guilt of surviving while others have not, will ease when he wakes. It is a strong force with which to contend, and for once, Pyra is unsure if she has an answer to the struggle when she had to contend with such guilt herself. What she is certain about is that he's been done wrong by the gods, that this turmoil is not what he deserves, and that she'll insist on that as many times as necessary.
They return to reality, awakening on their bed and resting side by side. Pyra pulls herself back from him, searching his expression before she leans in and kisses the top of his forehead, lingering there. ] You're still wonderful, you know that.
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Then he takes that shuddering breath and leans forward, putting his forehead to hers once more, and begs for respite from the torture through which he's been put.
Her expression falls, and she draws a quick, frightened breath. Had they made a mistake, coming here?
Is this the crystal winning against him, or is this the crystal imposing its will onto him, to have him retreat? Is he truly not strong enough to endure, or is it simply a belief imposed on him that he's weak, that he can't--
Can we go?
Whatever the reason, she sees the misery and defeat clearly written upon his face. That's cause enough for them to leave, to stop his suffering. ]
Okay.... [ She replies, bringing her hand to his cheek. ] Okay.
[ They have an answer to why he has these memories, at least, as terrible as it is. Going forward from here-- she's not sure where it may lead; she hopes the damage's been done by the immense guilt that has been imposed onto his heart, the guilt of living, the guilt of surviving while others have not, will ease when he wakes. It is a strong force with which to contend, and for once, Pyra is unsure if she has an answer to the struggle when she had to contend with such guilt herself. What she is certain about is that he's been done wrong by the gods, that this turmoil is not what he deserves, and that she'll insist on that as many times as necessary.
They return to reality, awakening on their bed and resting side by side. Pyra pulls herself back from him, searching his expression before she leans in and kisses the top of his forehead, lingering there. ] You're still wonderful, you know that.