[ When he can think with a clear head later, Sylvain will absolutely be mortified by all of this. Not just a crack in the masks he so carefully wears at all times, but a complete loss of them altogether. Stripped of all his carefully-crafted defenses and left vulnerable in a way he'd promised himself he'd never let himself be again.
He doesn't like it anymore now than he had back then.
It's not a quick process, dragging his composure back into place. Pushing down old terrors and everything that comes along with them. Rage, guilt. The feeling of helplessness and resignation is the worst of it. But when he feels like he has at least a semblance of control once more, he shifts, half leaning against Claude's side now as his cheek rests against his shoulder.
He takes another breath, two, searching for something to say. Something that won'r send him spiraling back into panic again, anyway. He's not ready to talk about the ritual yet. Although he needs to, he knows. He has to warn Claude. The others should know what's happening. ]
You're never gonna trust me on watch ever again, are you? [ As jokes go, it definitely doesn't hold his typical level of humor. ]
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He doesn't like it anymore now than he had back then.
It's not a quick process, dragging his composure back into place. Pushing down old terrors and everything that comes along with them. Rage, guilt. The feeling of helplessness and resignation is the worst of it. But when he feels like he has at least a semblance of control once more, he shifts, half leaning against Claude's side now as his cheek rests against his shoulder.
He takes another breath, two, searching for something to say. Something that won'r send him spiraling back into panic again, anyway. He's not ready to talk about the ritual yet. Although he needs to, he knows. He has to warn Claude. The others should know what's happening. ]
You're never gonna trust me on watch ever again, are you? [ As jokes go, it definitely doesn't hold his typical level of humor. ]