There is not much he feels he could say, other than to listen. He understands, at least partially. The Hordika venom that had dug into his body and mind had been agony, had been mortifying, but with it had come quiet. No visions plagued him. And in the quiet space left behind, turmoil had space to shape his emotions into something twisted, poisoned by the growing pull of the primal and stoked by the fires of his own inner drive to try and do something with what was left of himself. Spite masquerading as confidence, bitterness creating walls that claimed to be self-assured. By the time he had fallen into completely it - until someone had finally pulled him away - he did not want to know anything else. The further he drowned, the more it felt right.
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Is... that what you had meant back on the beaches? When I had spoken of what happened with my own creation?
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There is not much he feels he could say, other than to listen. He understands, at least partially. The Hordika venom that had dug into his body and mind had been agony, had been mortifying, but with it had come quiet. No visions plagued him. And in the quiet space left behind, turmoil had space to shape his emotions into something twisted, poisoned by the growing pull of the primal and stoked by the fires of his own inner drive to try and do something with what was left of himself. Spite masquerading as confidence, bitterness creating walls that claimed to be self-assured. By the time he had fallen into completely it - until someone had finally pulled him away - he did not want to know anything else. The further he drowned, the more it felt right.
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Is... that what you had meant back on the beaches? When I had spoken of what happened with my own creation?
[Losing someone, that is.]