[He didn't say anything had happened. He said lashed out and the image of the sword was burned into his brain, anger and wariness, maybe we're too close -- none of this was logical. None of it was planned. Bottled anger and power wanting to let loose and held so firmly back it's physically exhausting.]
(-- say you did. Didn't say you did.)
[It's weak and breathless, even in his own head. Her assurance, though, the truth of her words finally starts to cut the symbiote-created monster down. Finally starts to repair the mental walls he's kept it behind.]
(I believe... I believe you.)
[And he does, despite the way the words come out, he really does. It's hard to form words, hard to apologize for this loss of control when the sudden absence of fear and protective rage and pressure makes his legs feel weak. Head feel heavy.]
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[He didn't say anything had happened. He said lashed out and the image of the sword was burned into his brain, anger and wariness, maybe we're too close -- none of this was logical. None of it was planned. Bottled anger and power wanting to let loose and held so firmly back it's physically exhausting.]
(-- say you did. Didn't say you did.)
[It's weak and breathless, even in his own head. Her assurance, though, the truth of her words finally starts to cut the symbiote-created monster down. Finally starts to repair the mental walls he's kept it behind.]
(I believe... I believe you.)
[And he does, despite the way the words come out, he really does. It's hard to form words, hard to apologize for this loss of control when the sudden absence of fear and protective rage and pressure makes his legs feel weak. Head feel heavy.]
(Sorry. For all of this.)