[ It should probably say something about how out of it he is that he doesn't even pick up on that, really. Just shakes his head stubbornly, still-torn hands lifting to clutch at Claude's wrist as he pleads with him for something that makes perfect sense inside his head right now. And fills him with a bone-deep sense of dread and fear. ]
You can't let me, Claude. Down here, I'd... [ His gaze flits wildly around the enclosed space they're all trapped in. All the natives who don't know how to fight. All the Summoned who are unarmed and already injured and starving.
He thinks of his brother, of what he'd become at the end, and can't quite hide the terrified shudder that sweeps through him, his breathing coming more ragged and harsh. His gaze returns to Claude's face, pleading. ]
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You can't let me, Claude. Down here, I'd... [ His gaze flits wildly around the enclosed space they're all trapped in. All the natives who don't know how to fight. All the Summoned who are unarmed and already injured and starving.
He thinks of his brother, of what he'd become at the end, and can't quite hide the terrified shudder that sweeps through him, his breathing coming more ragged and harsh. His gaze returns to Claude's face, pleading. ]
I don't want to be that.